wasted mind, wasted thoughts

Tim's on the way to grab me for dinner. Gonna stay in camp later. Tomorrow's the big day! Frankly speaking, I'm rather nervous. I don't know why, it's a small event but I feel so much for it. I wonder how I'll feel if we were to lose.. I'd breakdown, but I know I can't. In front of my men? If we were to win. I'd breakdown. I forgot to mention on my Wednesday's post that I almost teared after finishing the rundown. It was so emotional. We were so bonded, plus the feeling of accomplishment. It's a feeling you'll hardly get. It's like winning the world cup? I remember I last felt that way when I was in Brunei, or did I? Another time I could remember having such a feeling was when Man U won the Champion's League. The match against Bayern Munich. 2 late goals. The treble. I called xw and I was tearing. It indeed is an emotional moment. What determines these emotional moments? Getting something which you've yearned so hard for? Or for enduring till the fruits of your labour were to be ripe for the plucking? I don't know. But I have to admit that I love this feeling. The drive that I get from all these moments are memorable.

I'm rather worried about my platoon. It seems they are really falling apart. The sections are too individualistic. They don't work with the rest. I feel that I'm not doing my job well enough. I gotta get a hold of all of them and give them a good talk. But I'm not much of a public speaker! I can't do speeches for nuts! I think I'll just pour everything out about my feelings for them and how we as humans should be. Helpful towards one another. Especially when we're from the same camp or even still, the same platoon. If we don't cooperate, who will?

Now where the heck is Tim. I'm getting hungry.