As i play the "home" song by Daughtry, im kinda confused. Now that i have spent 80% of my time in camp, the word "home" complicates itself. Honestly speaking, my mentality before enlisting was to just close an eye and slip pass everything then i continue with my life. However, the bonds form during these trainings, field camp, fighting for toilet makes me feel attached to this little island called Tekong. I would say that i enjoyed every part of BMT because most of my platoon mates were all very helpful towards each other. Now that i have only 2 or 3 weeks left in BMT, i want to treasure these times even more. Thank God for my placement in Jaguar Platoon 4, because i have found myself a "home" in the midst of vulgarities and physical torments.