First scene was at the perimeter of an SAF training area where I was with an ex army colleague, Kwok Yen, nicknamed "tall guy". We were standing at a grass patch just by the dirt road where most trucks are parked or move when they carry troops or supplies out of the area.
On the other side we saw Terence, nicknamed "virgin killer" on his scrambler waiting; strangely, he was on the unimog but later he came over to Kwok Yen and talked to him a little; I can't make out what he was talking about, but apparently, there's some kind of barrier between us. As a matter of courtesy, I smiled and waved to him when I saw him, but he didn't reciprocate.
Later on I asked Kwok Yen what he was waiting for and he mentioned "SBU606U' which is car no. About 20m away, hidden behind some shrubs, I saw it and popped him the question about where his scrambler was, and he told me it had been sold.
"Memories, memories..." I told Shawn about these as they appeared like a motion picture of my ex soldier days 9 years ago when I was still not a specialist yet, when I opened a 'book' and shared about some of the things we did when I was in service.
The next place I appeared was at an office estate in Simei, just opposite Bedok Fire Station and it was already night time. Shawn taught me how to walk back to Tampines from 'here' and the route, no doubt is a dark one, it was one of the quickest way to get home by foot from there.
We talked as we walked as he accompanied me to the start point and showed me how I can make my way home from here. Prior to this, we had been conversing as if we are old time friends; and from the conversation, I could tell that he is a nice person by nature.
Soon, I appeared in a place which resembled the Pierce Ammunition Base where the old building had stood; curved staircase cabin and lowrise administration blocks; now it appeared that there were no demolishing and rebuilding; instead, buildings were preserved and turned into an recreation place which are privately owned; just like those old builidings which got occupied by arts centres.
I saw a few familiar faces but simply can't match names for that moment, but it was like ex soldiers remiscing on the place during the good old days where we served our country at.
We laughed and talked, bearing the ambience, "Memories, memories!"
On the other side we saw Terence, nicknamed "virgin killer" on his scrambler waiting; strangely, he was on the unimog but later he came over to Kwok Yen and talked to him a little; I can't make out what he was talking about, but apparently, there's some kind of barrier between us. As a matter of courtesy, I smiled and waved to him when I saw him, but he didn't reciprocate.
Later on I asked Kwok Yen what he was waiting for and he mentioned "SBU606U' which is car no. About 20m away, hidden behind some shrubs, I saw it and popped him the question about where his scrambler was, and he told me it had been sold.
"Memories, memories..." I told Shawn about these as they appeared like a motion picture of my ex soldier days 9 years ago when I was still not a specialist yet, when I opened a 'book' and shared about some of the things we did when I was in service.
The next place I appeared was at an office estate in Simei, just opposite Bedok Fire Station and it was already night time. Shawn taught me how to walk back to Tampines from 'here' and the route, no doubt is a dark one, it was one of the quickest way to get home by foot from there.
We talked as we walked as he accompanied me to the start point and showed me how I can make my way home from here. Prior to this, we had been conversing as if we are old time friends; and from the conversation, I could tell that he is a nice person by nature.
Soon, I appeared in a place which resembled the Pierce Ammunition Base where the old building had stood; curved staircase cabin and lowrise administration blocks; now it appeared that there were no demolishing and rebuilding; instead, buildings were preserved and turned into an recreation place which are privately owned; just like those old builidings which got occupied by arts centres.
I saw a few familiar faces but simply can't match names for that moment, but it was like ex soldiers remiscing on the place during the good old days where we served our country at.
We laughed and talked, bearing the ambience, "Memories, memories!"
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