one of the senior courses had their wet-winching practice today, where they are winched up from the sea by a chopper, then thrown back in.

like an undersize fish in a restricted fishing area.

incredibly bad metaphors aside, this meant that a few of us had to go down to seletar camp to launch the assault boats they were using. i'm not sure what the phrase 'assault boat' brings to your sick, twisted little mind, but i'm assuming its something far more sexy than a vaguely boat-shaped piece of scrap metal. which is what an assault boat basically is. they have them stacked up like scrap cars in a junkyard. and these are what we're going to use to invade malaysia? ;-p j/k

the bastards are heavy, too. carrying them made me -gasp- sweat!!!!! i certainly earned my pay today. ( <--- that last bit is to be said with a totally straight face. )