Liberation or isolation?

5th September, is the day I officially start work but also the day I collect my pink IC, which all NSF boys yearn for. That's right, its the proof of ORD. Well, never really looked forward to it. In fact, before I left the suck officially I've already tasted the harsh reality of adjustment back to civilian life. Sometimes in the army no matter how bad it seems, there's really nothing much to worry 'bout.
Comes the moment of truth, we let the officers and those who claim themselves big shots, signed our clearance forms, followed by the presentation of our pink IC. Many of my platoon boys got their cert of service with their pink IC attached. They touched and carressed the IC like its some kinda chick with killer bod. Not to mention the look of orgasm on their faces... What the holy bull dung man...
Anyway I took my pink IC without any expression, was grateful to my PC for putting on a very good testimonial and rating for me. Returned my camp pass, left the suck officially with hatred yet nostalgic reluctance. When I got into the car(attention: not mine, I do not get rich overnight), as I drove the rest of my clique outta the gate, I looked at the new RP and then beyond the gates... I realised many more challenges awaits me in life for me to overcome..
I've left the suck... officially. No more morning PT, no more area cleaning, no more standby bed, no more outfield, no more blowing things up, no more sai kang, no more COS, no more guard duty, no more cold showers, mo more obstacles courses, no more route marches, no more occasional dog rations, no more 7 mins activation, no more parades. Well sometimes its not as bad as it seems. As much as I might hate it, but I think I'll miss some of the bullshits in the suck. As I was driving down the expressway, and if this was the movies, they'd have this guy sitting in the vehicle on his way back to the world, looking outta the window, and this Green Day song "Good Riddance(Time of your life)" playing in the background, and he's reflecting 'bout the war, 'bout the treatment in the military, about his buddies and their weirdo antics, the funny shit in outfield he's seen and all the life changing experiences and epiphanies that he went through and whatnot but for me it seemed to be the opposite. I was not thinkin' 'bout the times in the suck at all. The only thing that I was thinkin' 'bout was how am I gonna plan my work schedules, capital raising for my biz, meeting new faces and start a new chapter in my now almost dormant social network. All that I was craving for was to speed down to somewhere with good food minus the booze 'cause I'm farkin' drivin'.
Well at least I'll live to tell my children that I was a combatant in the suck. Unlike most people who talked the talk. But I've walked the walk. Goodbye Vipers. Goodbye 30SCE. Goodbye Platoon 10. Goodbye Delta Dogs. Thanks for the goddamn memories.