Two full long weeks in rocky hill camp. I must confess I kinda miss home and the freedom outside. Have not touched the computer since then. Even now typing on the keyboard has become a clumsy and uneasy task for me.
This two weeks inside seems like a real long time. I've seen myself being 'forced' into a very monotonous life of discipline.
Knowing how army is like and experiencing it is two different story. I learned of what it means to have that discipline, discipline that translates to orderliness in the whole group and organization of the army. Army to me is also a time where I really see myself being restricted to such little freedom of time.
Praying to God in all the little pockets of time I get has been a comfort. Waking up everyday at 5plus always makes me want to praise and thank God. (something I had taken for granted everyday last time)
Army to me is like a more clear exposure of the vulnerability of life. Death being more real to soldiers in the battlefront allows for soldiers to be more conscious of their faith/religion. I penned down some of my thoughts along this area on a notebook inside, an opportunity I believed God has given me.
God has indeed shown Himself to me through this two weeks. As God leads, I will post on the many events that happened, how God has worked, and how I have responded. The last been something I am still working on.
Sidenote: A picture of the day I went in, Tze gang was there to send me off.
