The difference is, besides the lower % score, I get to wear a 30c piece of cloth with crossed rifles. Specifically, Lee Enfield No.4 rifles, the rifles used by the British Army during WW2 and very accurate and effective weapons. A legacy of our colonial times imprinted in olive and black thread. (Its amazing how much information - useless it may be - one collects over a period of time.
What's more enticing is the $200 bounty attached to the award, slightly less then half of what we servicemen get, so its pretty decent indeed. Should have a shoot every month if it were up to me.
Predictably, some didn't quite make the grade and lost the opportunity to wear the badge or get the money. Others won the badge but because of re-shoots lost the chance of the money. But for most of us, the cloth badge wasn't part of the scheme of things at all. The $200 though, was very much in our minds.
A lack of pride? Not quite. A lack of proper motivation is how I see it. Being a small cog in a very big machine means you're often left alone. Most of the time, this is a good thing as we men can fly under the radar. However, it also means you're up for all the hard labour, mental work and general labour. The word "saikang" or literally, clearing up fecal matter, comes into mind. This is not too bad unless you consider the general lack of concern and understanding we are given. This is true among the sgt and officer class although they also get more ways to take care of themselves. Privilege of rank.
Pampered? Perhaps, but in all the wrong ways. The spring mattress, washing machines and electronic teaching aids are nice but common decency between men (more intelligent punishments, less tekans, less heavy handedness), proper allocation of roles (to make use of our individual strengths), more explanations to let us see the bigger picture (do and die, don't ask why - so last gen-) and general understanding between everyone from general to private will make everything better. It'll even feel good sleeping on even the sponge and spring contraption of yesteryear when you are imbued with a sense of purpose and belonging in the fabric of this nation. Then maybe Prime Ministers won't have to implore citizens for leaving the country and generals worrying that their National Servicemen will cut and run instead of heeding the call to arms.
Its been a mixed response to my first 8 months as a soldier. I have experienced plenty, gone through much and will go through more. When I relegate my uniform to the closet, will I remember to don it once again when my country calls?
Or will the passport and the car keys be more handy? Hmm.
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