The best things about bookout:
- Not having to bring your own toilet roll to the toilet when you shit
- Waking up after the sun has risen
- French fries, canned drinks, ice cream on days other than Tuesday
- More protein than limp shreds of pork
Army is frankly bearable. I’ve done things that I would never have done of my own accord: wash my clothes every day, bathe in three minutes, clear my plate in ten, carry out full (albeit ultimately banal) conversations with people I don’t even know, asking stupid questions. Everything in the army is purposed to erode your identity; the sooner I recognised that, the easier it became. I note with regret that I’ve become kinda dumb after two weeks… but there are perks to having life reduced to a sort of comfortable myopia. Before the 9th of this month I worried excessively over five- and ten-year-plans; in Tekong there is no future but the immediate one. We think in manageable chunks of time: when the ‘next timing’ is, when ‘lights out’ and reveille is for the day and the next.