from where I'm standing,
things sure are changing,
friends and what they do,
what they think,
what you thought of them,
nothing's concrete...
even my own determination..
desire dies out....
like yesterday...
seeing the hell weekers finish hell week...
heh..
only then did I realise how much of an impact it was..
sort of a baptism of fire into the diver course...
I finally see the glory and pride...
damn..
I wished I could've fought that resolution to get out...
The seemingly endless days of training...
all the shit I experienced..
then there's the thought..
and with it,
I understand..
I did what I did for a reason..
so all I can do is smile..
smile for those who have passed,
the proud and true...
to the hell weekers..
I give all my respect and congratulations...
Self
30/12/1987
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