It really touches my heart when I receive messages, from friends and family prompting me to update my blog. It makes me feel that people do want to read my thoughts and my journey in life. It is times such as these, I am thankful to Allah for giving me the ability to write and construct proper sentences so that people can understand what I have to say. I abhor those who make fun of me and my little space to express my innermost feelings. I pray for those people who has a mouthful of crap but lack the intellect to see the world in a different perspective. Surprisingly these people are among us, shockingly they are your closest friends. How are we to trust when those dear to us choose to betray and make fun of your flaws? I believe Allah has ways to to make these people understand one day.
On a happier note, I received a call from two of my men yesterday. Farid & Razeek. When I first looked at my phone to check who was calling me, I was surprise to see Farid's name. I gave some thought before picking up the phone, maybe because I believe he did not lock his hp's keypad resulting in the surprise call out of no where! (It happens ok! I accidentally called daddy 68 times before)
But I did pick up the phone at the end, and I did not regret it all...
He called to remind me of an incident that happened during our days in the army.
There was this one time when a few of my men and I were stranded just outside SISPEC waiting for the permission of our Sergeant Major to return back to base. Apparently according to protocol, military vehicles were not allowed to drive on civilian roads during peak periods.
We were sent there after lunch to clear some of stuff that were used for an exercise we had the day before. So my men and I worked all the way till the evening making sure all stores were taken care of and accounted for. It had passed routined dinner time and there was no sign of a vehicle approaching with food.
Can someone tell me what happens to MEN when they do not have food to eat!?! They become a difficult, whiny lot and being the only commander there I was pretty much the target of insults. So I did what any other sergeant in this predicament would do... I pestered my Encik for an answer to the predicament. His answer was, "Got combat rations right? Eat ah."
WE ARE NOT IN THE JUNGLE MISTER ARGH! (Note: this was not said out loud. )
Obviously telling the men what my Encik said will not make the matter any better. So out of goodwill and also for the fact that they have done a great job, I bought them MacDonald's with my own money...
Apparently Farid remembered the incident that happened close to 10 months ago... And he in his own words he said,
"No one cared about us. Except for you. So just want to thank you."
I was close to tears...
"You are lucky if at least one of them appreciates what you have done for them..."
Alhamdullilah...
Mimin's Missing:
Bhaskaran, Abdul Naeem, Danish
Charlie Company Men & Commanders
Mimin's Praying For:
Art
Farid & Razeek
