Call Of Duty.

Perspiratons lined my brows. The long forgotten midday heat torched my scalp.
Rows of gears thrusted against the mouldy walls of the facade were waiting for their turns...waiting to reunite with the men...waiting to be call upon....waiting to be in the frontline again. As I waited for the moment to beckon with bated breath, the mind wandered to the time when I was trained to be a fighting machine. I am a soldier. And I am back to heed the call of duty.
~ Excerpts from 'Men On Standby'


The hair have never been shorter for the past 2 years. So is the enthusiasm.

With a heavy heart and an even heavier belly, I am going for my reservist tomorrow. Gone are the days when the torso boasted gleaming abs and those legs could cross brutal terrains. A last reality check comfirmed that the abs have merged and the legs can only last till the nearest taxi stand. Luckily the uniform top is still wearable, but the pants....they will need to be reassesed.
I am going to get tanned, if not burnt after a intensive 9 days exercise. Thankfully this is the last time. In this current world of technology and advancements, I really hope the routines for this yearly affair can be altered to suit the modern man. I am sure if outfield camps are conducted in *Cafe Del Mar, with groovy tunes and semi-nudes... my legs and belly should be up to the task. Maybe women might even start volunteering for National Service too. Oh ya...dun forget the liquor!! *smile*

*A trendy hotspot located on Siloso Beach in Sentosa that boasts picturesque ocean views, tropical sensuality, Ibiza decadence and beautiful faces.