Feeling kinda nostalgic right now. Really missed the NCC days where SGT Tommy's batch were in charge. No matter how tough or torturous the trainings were, I'd never fail to find myself back to the platoon. I enjoyed almost every training although the trainings were always the same. The people made it different. I miss that dreaded feeling when Tommy would call us to go to the backyard cuz it could only mean 1 thing. I miss the times where we got pumped by the roadside under the sun's fiery. I miss standing outside the NCC room where we wait to collect our valuables after every training while listening to 'Wake Me Up When September Ends'.

They were the best leaders I've ever been under. They might to be to anyone of you but they are more than just leaders to me; they were also my friends. A few cried during the Pass Out Parade but I did not. I wonder why.

I love you guys.