Sunday, July 24, 2005

:: Scar Tissue ::

...wave goodbye to ma and pa cuz,
with the birds i'll share -
With the birds i'll share this lonely view.


It's funny how i can never stop humming or whistling this song in camp. It's even stranger how i can't seem to ever be able to hit skip whenever the song plays on the pod, but nonetheless the song still plays and every single time, i feel the same way.

Dan was right when he said that BMT is sort of like a time of reflection. You actually discover yourself more - and in that sense i've become a sort of test junkie. Being able to know where you stand in various situations has become a sort of everyday drug to me now and that definitely remains one of the few reasons why i look forward to going back to the island.

Time's gonna fly past real quick, especially after field camp's over. Next will be the 7th week, and plus the confinement due to field camp brought forward - that makes the 7th and 8th week bundled up together. I'll be back around the 7th of August cuz of the public holiday and then the 9th week'll be the shortest since it'll be a wednesday to saturday deal. After 9 weeks ? 4 weeks left to POP, and then comes the 12 day break; and finally, my posting.

One night when i had the time i suddenly felt inspired to do some writing, and so i did.

" A soldier's prayer "

Lord bless this night for when i rest -
let my loved ones sleep as well as i.
Lord forgive me for the wrongs and the lies
To right them and repent; i constantly try.

Lord, enchant the lives of the loved, make them not cry
for never will i present to them my sadness in this life.
Lord bless their meals and places they sleep -
for they know not the lonely, how much i do weep.

Dear lord, bless upon me strength to overcome ;
For when love does fade, i find not the power to lead.
God, bless upon me a will to have full use-
because without their love, this fight i might well lose.

Lord, as sun shines and dew rest on leaf;
Let them too witness thy glory, thy faith and belief.
Lord, like dirt and the sweat that crusts on my face -
Let them never feel this; alike to my disgrace.

Lord, from your humblest creation thus true
Let them always awake - feeling anew.
Lord, as i lay weapon down to seek rest
Please let them know how they always have my best.

Lord, like the stars in the night that doth shine
Let me have their care - as much as they have mine.
Lord, though i might fade in their memories
Let them know that they have all of me.

Lord, love them always, much like i do-
In trust and full heart, i kneel before you.
Lord as i sleep with my cheek on greased steel
Make me forget; of how terrible i feel.

- 21/07/05

spoken. at 2:48 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."