After almost two years wearing green at the camp providing bare-bone primary health care, I’m thankful that my time at the helm is coming to an end and I’ll be clearing leave in few months time. Despite many wonderful memories, especially during the overseas exercises, this two years has definitely been a trying time for me professionally. Not to mention financially crippling and socially isolating. I am proud to sacrifice these years of my prime to serve my nation but military life has never been my cup of tea; sometimes it feels like we are patriotic in spite of ourselves.
Looking forward beyond this sometimes endless tunnel, the light ahead is like a kalaidoscope of colours. There are films to be read, exams to be taken; there are research to do done, there are papers to be written. We have people to meet, business plans to be presented, wealth to be shared. New families to live with, new responsibilities to be managed, new places to visit. Times are changing, music is changing and most of all ideas are changing. In the eye of the storm lies a dirty cross junction, on it a journeyman holding a faulty compass trying to follow his instincts.
It is hard to stay calm when the needle keeps spinning.
