i am a fucking specialist

it has been a hectic and crazy three days.
i am really really glad that all things finally falls into place according to my own little book of happy ending.
i am really really grateful that you are still able to pursue what you want.
i am really really contented that i was able to make it happen, due to my lowly rank and status in the army.
and i am really really thankful that i have made the right choices.

"Thanks a lot sgt. Really thanks a lot. U are the most awesome sgt in the world. W/O your help, I won't be on the cab making my way to safti. I promise you i will do my best in ocs and will not oot unless i break my leg or hand. Thanks again sgt. Really thanks."

Looking at the appreciation really spurred me on and on and i did not even mind when it delayed my own personal life. At least, I was able to change something that i really really care for, my very own platoon's recruit, as a fucking specialist.

Outsiders even ask me, why am i doing this? I am just the Platoon Sergeant. But sia lah, i told them in their face,"If not me, then who?".

With Pride We Lead.
KOTMF