fall in

I went for an army gathering yesterday, meeting some juniors who belonged to the last batch who came in before I ORD.

One of them saw me and shouted “hey, SGT Mak!”.

Boy, I cringed when I heard that.

Back in the army, I was never into the rank thingy…unless you are a newbie. As days turned into weeks, I’m perfectly fine with the newcomers calling me by my surname only.

With my surname, I always had people asking me for an English name. When I reply I don’t use one, they would ALWAYS suggest, “hey, why don’t you take Mark? Then we can call you Mark Mak.”

I heard it so often that I don’t find it funny anymore.

As usual, we had the usual recollection of memories, gossips on the regulars, updates of people we knew.

It was a night well spent.