:: Thank you, 1 Branch - hello Friday nights. ::
3SG Sal : Good morning, sir. Reporting for XXX Course.
WO K: Who're you ?!
* 3SG Sal walks closer - disregarding his load of almost every single piece of equipment he received during his 1st year, to give his previous XX Course instructor a better view *
WO K : SAL ! YOU KENA THAT INTERNET THING RIGHT ?!
3SG Sal : Uhm yes, but well i'm here for course sir.
WO K : WHAT COURSE ?!
3SG Sal : XXX Course, of uh... course ?
* WO K looks at his Colleague, baffled - and shoots our clueless protagonist a look, influenced mostly by his furrowed eyebrows. *
WO K : Eh, no XXX Course now lah ! Only XX Course ! Who told you to come ?!
3SG Sal : Battalion, sir.
* WO K gives a chuckle, directed somewhere behind his shoulders - and given most likely out of a lack for some way to respond to the lost, young sergeant that stood before him *
*Colleague steps forward, looking stern and composed*
WO Colleague : You should call up your unit, and ask what happened. I don't know where the miscommunication lies - but there's no course until May.
3SG Sal : b-but... i ORD in June.
* WO K chuckles yet again *
WO K : Aiyah go set your gear down, have a smoke and call up base lah.
* 3SG Sal proceeds to the familiar smoking point, and receives a fifteen minute long lecture, from two of the elderly soldiers. A bad day ensues. *
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spoken. at 7:36 PM
3SG Sal : Good morning, sir. Reporting for XXX Course.
WO K: Who're you ?!
* 3SG Sal walks closer - disregarding his load of almost every single piece of equipment he received during his 1st year, to give his previous XX Course instructor a better view *
WO K : SAL ! YOU KENA THAT INTERNET THING RIGHT ?!
3SG Sal : Uhm yes, but well i'm here for course sir.
WO K : WHAT COURSE ?!
3SG Sal : XXX Course, of uh... course ?
* WO K looks at his Colleague, baffled - and shoots our clueless protagonist a look, influenced mostly by his furrowed eyebrows. *
WO K : Eh, no XXX Course now lah ! Only XX Course ! Who told you to come ?!
3SG Sal : Battalion, sir.
* WO K gives a chuckle, directed somewhere behind his shoulders - and given most likely out of a lack for some way to respond to the lost, young sergeant that stood before him *
*Colleague steps forward, looking stern and composed*
WO Colleague : You should call up your unit, and ask what happened. I don't know where the miscommunication lies - but there's no course until May.
3SG Sal : b-but... i ORD in June.
* WO K chuckles yet again *
WO K : Aiyah go set your gear down, have a smoke and call up base lah.
* 3SG Sal proceeds to the familiar smoking point, and receives a fifteen minute long lecture, from two of the elderly soldiers. A bad day ensues. *
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spoken. at 7:36 PM
