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We had the long-anticipated 3.2km city march yesterday. You might say that 3.2 is nothing compared to last year's 86.3, but still, O my wretched right forearm!

The route started from the floating platform, to the Esplanade, right turn to the also-thus-named bridge, past the Fullerton, right turn to Anderson Bridge, past a few other spiffy buildings, past Victoria Concert Hall (ah the memories), past Saint Andrew's Road, and the long march down Raffles Avenue completed this horrible journey.

When we marched into the city it was as if the whole nation was waiting in silence. The streets had no cars / cars parked with engines shut and people watched from a distance. I enjoyed the cheers and catcalls alike, even though the audience was placed at a wide berth; this arrangement, I believe, stemmed from a fear of some maniacs crashing out through the barricades to snatch the guns from our hands. But I say! At the time it is most welcome of them to do so.

Throat was burning the whole duration of yesterday and still does. I might miss the actual National Day for this. But still, with the Army Half Marathon the following week to that and the start of recon course the week after, what other opportunity do I have to rest? O, such a pleasure it is to awake in sunshine.