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just when i thought the army wanted to give us a well deserved break by granting us a couple of hours out of camp(ie a nights out), i was wronged again. torture this time comes in the form of a third party view of the ladies from my 88 batch, blatantly flirting with their new found friends, all termed freshies, cause it's what they do(get fresh with each other). we, the army boys, sloped hair and black glasses, suddenly become invisible. it's a fantastic feeling.
no, actually it isn't.