Why NS isn't so bad

I have 6 more working days to go before flying off to Melbourne. Of course, my emotions are mixed. To be honest, these 2 years have been rather torrid, but just when I can safely say I’m getting used to it, its time to uproot and move again.

Contrary to the most popular statement made in National Service (“Serve my NS and fuck off”), it actually isn’t so bad. I know I had my way a lot of times, because I’m not entirely from a regimental force, plus they allowed me to study as well. In fact, other than the shit pay, I see no reason to complain. The guys are great – people I will likely never ask for help unless I need an assassin. It really made me learn to communicate, to rid myself of the lofty position of being a “degree holder in NS”. I reckon the guys were apprehensive at first. I did get my fair share of stick in the beginning mind you. There are always jealous people around, people who aren’t good enough as you.

As a result of my late promotion, you can imagine how I was mocked. In any case, God taught me patience and kindness at the right times. Not once did I lash out at anyone. Eventually when I did get promoted, it was no big deal. I suppose if you have pretty low education and somehow get a good rank, you can be proud of it. For me, it never really matters. Rank in camp is only applicable from 7am-6pm. After that, you are like anybody else. Guys who brag a lot in camp usually end up with bricks on their head and scratches on their bikes/cars. It pays to treat everyone as your equal.

We are after all, in the same boat. I’m just completing my 2 years here and so are you. Why make things difficult?