Tonight, OCT 2 and OCT3 held a farewell party for us OCT1.
Seven months ago, our military NS life were abruptly terminated. I, along with 39 other lucky Privates, were suddenly entrusted with the responsibility to become senior police officers. We entered Home Team Academy as total strangers and now, we would be passing out together as the Guard of Honour next Tuesday.
How time flies.
Soon, each and every one of us will be posted to the various departments of the Singapore Police Force; some might see each other again in their postings while some might be the only one in the place where he is posted to. But, the 46th batch of OCT will never be the same again. These few days might very well be the last few days which we are together as a squad.
Once we embarked on our new NS journies, we will each be busy with our own stuff. Getting together as a whole squad again will be difficult, if not, unlikely. Perhaps some of us might still keep in contact but most often than not, we simply just move on.
The 46th batch of OCT, everything we did, will be shelved away in a corner of our minds. Ten, twenty years down the road, we might reminisce the times we spent in the Academy. We might remember our Chairman. We might recall our joker. We might remember the water wars. We might remember our Course Manager.
We might forget everything.
Nothing gold stays forever. Perhaps that is an irrefutable truth of life.
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