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Saturday, March 04, 2006
[[Flashback]]


Pa scolded Elwyn.. say he never do things properly etc.. My bro has always been like that... fuck care... I am too, selectively, I guess... I suddenly had a flashback..

Pa is very meticulous and takes note of even the finest details... It brought us much problems and misery when we were younger... I never knew why... I thought I would never understand him... Until that time in ASLC...

There was this Training Exercise, where we sat for a ride in a Chinook... Before the commencement of the mission. We were briefed and dried-run the heli-ride. During this short time when the air force pilots and mechanics, I observed something..

Their attention to minute details. Nothing may be compromised.. No details are to be spared... Everything is tuned to perfection... I reasoned with myself why this is so.. Unlike Ground, sea-bourned troops or equipment.. Airplanes are far more expensive and sophisticated.. And transport planes carry large number of troops or equipment... An aircraft will crash and its passengers and cargo will be destroyed in an event of a mulfunction. Unlike a land or sea based vehicle which can remain stationary on land or water, a damaged plane will summit to gravity. Should the plane crash into residential areas, the casuality rate would be even higher...

That is the reason why they are so particular about leaving no room for mistakes... It suddenly dawned upon me the reason behind my father's upbringing... He was an airforce mechanic before he went to ITE... I finally understood his actions... I didn't had a chance to tell him...

Until some time back, when he brought up some family issues.... I told him that thought unorthodox, his teachings weren't wrong and that I understood why he emphasized on carelessness... His attitude changed towards me for some time...

Guess it really meant something to tell someone that you understand him when he is all alone.. When what he does is different... I long for someone to tell me that what I am doing is correct, or at least not wrong.... After so long, it's time to know...

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