I had an epiphany while I was crouching in the jungle in the middle of the night. I don’t know why these flashes of inspiration always come to be at the most awkward times, like when I’m drenched by monsoon showers and covered in camouflage cream, but they just do. My epiphany was this: Maybe I could write a blog post about this kickass experience. And so I did.

So after I spent 7 years in hiding, the SAF finally caught up with me and called me up for a 2.5-week reservist training. The conspiracy theorist in me wants to say that it’s because I signed up for those damned NS-45 vouchers (which probably have like RFID chips embedded in them to help the SAF track down forgotten kids like me). But the fact remains: I’m gonna have to spend 2.5 weeks a year running around jungles again.

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