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Tuesday, May 03, 2005


A tale of two classes. A dynasty of six weeks. A legacy to remember. The story of how an Armour wing accepted it's 17th batch of trainees, and divided them into two sections - A and B.

It was forseen that the intense suspicion and jealously would one day spilled over. But no one believed the old warrant. Despite his many years of experience, his evil features and bald, sparkling head proved too much to accept.. no one paid any attention to him.

In fact, the fraction was already splitting.

As Class B became superior each day, the gulf in class between the two sole sections in Armour Wing, BTT 17, became more obvious and uncomfortable. Always, when a problem cropped up out of nowhere, somehow Class A had a hand in it. Total lack of discipline, serious attitude problems, slacking without any real attempt at disguise.. the guys at the opposite class had many a happy time laughing at their opposite peers. Same batch of trainees, roughly of the same age, yet the difference in standard was appalling.

United and divided.. A certain rivalry bloomed. The characters from both sides contrasted and clashed in personality. Bad blood was spilled, and even speaking terms were thrown right out of the window..

Then, on the 3rd of May, at 1600, the officer-in-charge made a startling announcement.

Class A was going to exchange half her trainees for Class B's.

The Class B Brotherhood, just out of it's infancy, was now broken up.

Brave words were spoken, cries of protest rang around the workshop. And finally, tears were held back, as the inevitable dawn upon the distraughted technicians of Class B. Whether Class A's reaction was similiar remained unknown, and insignificant in any sense.. All the weary specialists-to-be knew it was the end of their fellowship in a sense. All the talking-cok sessions, the tei-bing gatherings.. numbered. A newly formed army in the form of the Class B soccer players.. soon to be disbanded.

Along the people crossing over included mugger PTE Guoping, PTE "Holidae-camp" Hee Teck, "Blacky " PTE Shida and CBT-writter PTE Daniel.. as well as Slacker PTE Jiaxuan and Even-Slacker PTE Zhaoming. Colourful characters who were destined to be swallowed in the eternal darkness of Class A.. never to return, except for Friday class outings and Sunday soccer.

Class B must remain strong, for though the empire has dissolved, as long as hope and faith remains.. Class B will remain in spirit, if not in body. Crap, but it's quite sad and touching. Haiz.

_'Jx]- faded at 9:04 PM