Love Story of a Female Sailor
Banana becomes side dish, fried chicken becomes dessert
Two weeks have passed, and the latsarmil is over very hard, the UN every day, the banging, the screaming, the sirens, cheeks that already feel very thick because of the breakfast we often receive, push-ups, bending, squatting, creeping, rolling, running, told nyusurin got, soaking in mud at sea, all we do is sometimes in very hot weather, although the city of C is also a very hot city, including, you can imagine how dirty and smelly our PDL clothes because there is only one and never washed so the senior designation to us also became a paintbrush smell.
Once we were about to have lunch, we queued up for rations of boxed rice and drinking water while squatting, after which we sat in line in a very hot field, our menu, rice, rice, fried chicken, vegetable soup, sambal, crackers and bananas.
After one of us led the prayer, the senior also invited us to eat "so quickly you spend the meal, do not leave it, if there is leftovers, everything must roll over and let the rice come out again" senior said yono. "chicken should not be eaten, save for washing mouth, banana made side dishes, stir the same rice, vegetable soup, sambal and crackers !" senior Yono's order again. "prepared senior" we replied in unison. Alamak how I spend it, jumbo rice what it feels like to stir the same banana, not nothing I've been nauseous, want to feed or torture anyway, curse me in the heart.
Because of the cries of the senior who continued we finally forced to eat it, I saw catar and catir there were some who vomited and crazy again vomit must be contained in his rice and must still be eaten, he said, I also became more nauseous. There I was apparently a senior Opi standing, "why do you paint?" ask me, I have not answered he has spoken again "if the rice has run out immediately throw the box there into the trash, the chicken you save for washing the mouth" he said to me, "ready senior the rice is up" I answered while closing the rice box and then I stood up and ran towards the trash that was a bit far away, though he knew my advice was still very much but he just kept quiet. Congratulations, he saved me again, I said in my heart.
My friends who saw it, simultaneously followed my way and managed to survive, but fateful there are some of my friends whose chickens came to waste, he was told to get garbage matches looking for his chicken while saying "my chickens run where my chickens, my chickens run where my chickens" look silly, annoying but also so funny that we can't help but laugh, and guess what it must have all ended in punishment again for us.
There was also one night when we were enjoying sleep because of all the activities that were very tiring, suddenly there was a night buzz, the sound of sirens were very loud, and the sound of the sirens was very loud, the cries of the seniors were so loud and no matter when the entry of the seniors was already in the barracks pounding the bed where we slept, "wake up, wake up, gather all of you in the field using the same PDL backpack, your count of ten must already be in the field" said one of the seniors who use toa, I immediately woke up wearing PDL clothes and pants that I had prepared last night so that I could easily wear if it was an emergency, because every night before going to bed there must be an operation at night, that is, the seniors will check the cleanliness and neatness of our beds, we also can not sleep using the PDL.
Suddenly a catir ran from the barracks towards the field he was dressed in full PDL but funny, he did not carry a backpack but he hugged a pillow, instead, although funny but we dare not laugh because the senior has glared all, well just wait for the punishment what else we will get.
That night we received a very complete sentence until it ended in a roll until dawn.
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Oh yes all the stories above are only written by the author, so if there is a similarity of names, places and others we consider it a coincidence yes 😊
