In the past I used to dread going to RT (Remedial Training), I always considered it a huge waste of time. But this year it was very different, I couldn't wait for each RT session to begin. My five readers probably know why. It's because of my buddy.
The last two months have been the happiest time of my life thanks to him. I never wanted it to end. But the day I been dreading for two months had arrived. It was the last day of RT.
It was just like any other RT session to the other hundred guys training in camp, but for me and my buddy it was different. We were both really quiet throughout our training sessions, so much so that the other guys kept wondering what was wrong with us - we always chatted and giggled to each other loudly on every other RT session.
After two hours it came to an end and we walked out of the camp slowly. The silence was killing me, so I decided to break it.
Me: You gonna be here next year right?
Buddy: I don't know, I might tried to pass my (physical fitness) test so that I don't have to come next year.
Me: (hurt) Why would you wanna do that?
Buddy: We can't keep doing this. This two months a year thing. It's better if we can pass and just move on with our lives. Can you imagine us coming back every year till we are 45?
Me: So are you saying I might not see you again?
Me: (Angrily) God I wish I knew how to quit you!
Buddy: (Walking away slowly) Bye buddy. It has been fun. But we both knew it wouldn't last. You take care.
I stood there silently and watched him walk away. I watched him till he was out of sight. Then a smile crept into my lips. I knew he will be back at Bedok Camp next year, I don't know how but I just knew. I turned around and walked back home. I was already counting the days to next year's RT.