NSF today, civilian tomorrow.
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Operational Ready Date.


That’s it. The time has come. The time which all NSFs look forward to, count down to.
As usual, the past will always be missed, no matter how terrible it had been. During the days spent SAF Mapping Unit (SAFMU), all of us were dying to ORD and kept grumbling on whether that day would ever come. Slowly and surely, batch by batch of our upper studies ORD-ed. Now that it is really time for us to go, part of me actually don’t want to leave the people, the environment in SAFMU.
Friendships were forged as we ran the same race. Now, it’s time to split ways. Words of “keep in touch”, “Continue to meet up”. Will they fade away with time?
Nevertheless, the future is exciting, for I know there are plans laid out for me, plans to prosper me and not to harm me, plans to give me hope and a future. =D

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