WO Arshad: Inferno DRC, ahhhh Farhan.
SCT Farhan: DRC?
WO Arshad: Eh no no cant. Raihan you take.

WO Arshad: Basement fire. Farhan. DRC.
SCT Farhan: Aik. DRC?
WO Arshad: Yerlah.
SCT Farhan: Oh ok ok settle.
WO Arshad: Eh wait. Cannot cannot. Suresh. You you you. DRC ah.

WO Arshad: Ok Farhan, you go for Marina NCO pump. Loga take DRC.
SCT Farhan: Roger roger.

Phew. Two close calls. If I were to become DRC for any exercise, its sure to cock-up one. Got no idea what to do. Heh. In the end, its ship-firefighting that I'm assessed. Lucky its with Loga. Power nye. Yeahhh. Break our legs there. Heh.

Oh and out of 14 exercises, I got involved in 12. No fair. So much for us sharing the load.

And why why why, everytime when we have SOC, it has to be in the extreme heat? My goddd. Can die.

Oh and IPPT. Me, wan, yul, afat, and fuckface (yeah we do call him that) kind of settled for a silver after we found out that there was no monetary reward this time round. That's because we think that silver looks nicer on our blue uniform. Quite a stupid thing to do. Heh.

All ritey now.
Been there, done that.