Footdrill was never one of my passions in Red Cross. I was more inclined towards OA, but that was just cos it felt easy to do. First aid and evacuation were subjects I was never really great at, but the difficulty was satisfying.
When I first entered RIRC, I felt footdrill was easy. I still remember winning the first 2 elim drills in sec 1. and then after footdrill bronze, everything went downhill lol. It just became cumbersome to remember all those commands, timings, and those malay words I cant never understand. It was a real struggle to me, possibly my worst core RC subject.
So when I joined FDC this year cos of the lack of participants (ahem), I didn't really know what I was getting into. I had another geog competition that is about a month away from FDC, and I had training clashes (which is bad cos I had to skip many fdc trainings when my footdrill proficiency is crappy ._,)
Yea, I trained hard. And then I realised fd was never about the different commands. It was about the people. My awesome batchmates and unitmates was really what made me persevere through this journey. Trainings were somewhat tough I guess, but we soldiered on.
So much I didn't know about my team mates...so much I didn't know about my batchmates even. I guess what the GOH said yesterday was true. All you remember is not the sweat and tears, but the friendships forged.
So I'd like the thank all those who came with me on this journey for the wonderful time. Thanks for putting up with my screw ups and my zao xiaing (xD)!
NYANCOM'11. Something I won't forget for a long time.
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