I've had the title of the post put in a prominent place on my student diary (school-issued, won't say where as usual.)
Receiving the Sword really marks the culmination of all the years of blood and sweat in uniformed groups.(there were no tears. I've never cried in years. :D)
(Haha, the above statement just rhymed without me realising it.)
Ah well, enough basking in glory. Time to finish up all the coursework.
Will be attending the BBQ next week, as well as that run to CCK and back to 57. I forsee an interesting day. I shall partake in my favourite hobby of going through the NDP and spotting screwups. Probably part of the serjeant major's perfectionist streak (yes, I spelt serjeant correctly, it's just more archaic but is sounds cooler.) Hope no-one gets demoted this time. (Really, it would hurt hard if it did. Imagine getting demoted because you forgot to say something. It would really make more sense to be demoted for some real flaw in leadership, but this is rather cruel. Ah well, what can I complain about. It's a fact of life all Parade Commanders have to accept when they take on this very public job.)
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