I don’t see the point of having a clean military hair cut during high school preparatory military training (PMT). That’s why I was so enraged back then when our military officers made a cut-cut to my head. Cut-cut is the term used in the act of trimming a hair so short only to a portion of the head leaving some bald area visible and so evident. Unfortunately, when I let the barber fix it, he was so raring to go for it that it turned out to be 6 by 4 hair cut.

‘Spare my hair, commandant!’

It was also late that I realize that what I had undergone as a COCC (cadet officer candidate for corps) was a waste of time and worthless. Besides from the hair cut, I ate boodle (a mixed up of all food), rolled over the muddy ground, did push ups and pumpings and all of the initiations, I will end up commanding lousy privates. The only reward I had was beating the tactical inspection score of the previous batch. Thanks for the bunch of officers, that includes me, were volunteered to do the squad tactics.

Oh, I remember my second ever mobile phone, Bosch. It broke because I forgot to displace it out of my bag during crawling, creeping and eating dust.

Those were PMT days. Good thing that the expensive full-suit uniform can be recycled for the collegiate ROTC.

Not again?!