There’s a time when some things will come to an end, and today, one of those things is my time in army. It is finally done.
There is no more annual call ups to turn up for reservist; no more IPPT (physical fitness tests); no more staying in camp and being limited with what can and can’t be done. I’m free to do as I please in some sense.
It feels weird, like when you finish a school year. You’re happy that you never have to study again (or for a time) and yet, you miss some of the memories.
But most of the time, the bad times outweigh the good memories, and that’s definitely what I feel. I don’t want to go through any more National Service moments, because it’s just too much to keep going through, and I’m really tired with all of it. It’s just too much nonsense to keep dealing with.
And this is the last time I’ll ever do it, and I think I did it as well as I could. I’m happy that it’s done, and I’ll miss some parts of how I could come to the rescue of many people, but other than that, I don’t miss the actual work of it at all.
I am happy to defend my country, and happy to be part of this whole army, but I’m not happy that a lot of it feels like it weighs solely on my shoulders. I’m glad that I have to let go now, and others have to pick up my pieces that I’ve tried my best to let go of nicely.
I’m glad it’s the last time. Thanks for the memories.