We live in a world by feeling of one family, and no color differs us. We roam the jungle, covering each other from hidden enemy, survival is about believing and interdepent. There is no one important or above another. Missions are our pedastal and the aim always highly maintained. To get it done or we prefer to die without achieving it. There is not self importance in our dictionary of struggle, morever clinging to show who is powerful, lead and loyal our preamble creed that long embedded . We dont mind to spill the blood until the last drop, we rather end our life in defending the beloved country.
We dont owning any luxury of wealth, when retired, we still can smiles doing good to small land to rip fruits and live on. We dont ask for public eye to broadcast our story, just let our medal kept in our heart that we once give our self to this beloved land. Let it shines and tell that we were soldiers. Once.
30 dis ,seremban, eve of 63rd independant day of beloved country.
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