The Cracking Point

One fine day, I was slacking in G2 Branch at Division. I was reading a book about SAF customs and traditions. To add insult to injury, I realised the term 'Sergeant' comes from the word servant, in which this particular servant will do important tasks for his master.

Further reading revealed why Lieutenant General is of a higher rank than Major General. Lieutenant means Deputy. A Lieutenant Colonel is a deputy of a Colonel, a Lieutenant General is a deputy of a full fledged General. So if a Lieutenant is a deputy of a Captain or a full fledged officer and a 2nd Lieutenant is a deputy of a deputy of a full fledged officer, then he would be a half fucked officer.

The facts in the book were proven true when I realised I was a servant doing 'very important' tasks for my masters.

"Sgt neo, come here."

One of the officers point to my rank and said something about it being 3 stripes only. Then he took an empty plate and looked at me.

Fuck mann, i was fucking dulan. I would'nt mind doing a favour for high ranking people if they have asked me nicely, instead of using rank on me. I am only a NSF. Bitches.

I was so dulan about everything in these 2 weeks at the CP, that i actually showed my displeasure. The next day, my S3 asked me whether if i was damn angry with him. I was in fact very angry at him but decided to say I wasnt.

I came to a conclusion that after 2 weeks spent in a CP filled with officers, I am serving my 2 years of liability not for my country but for people whom i dont even respect.