8 weeks wasn't that long, but it was enough to etch a memory in my heart forever. Finally with some chevrons on my arms after a long 28km. As we performed our final Foxtrot cheer in front of the coy line, I think we almost left some of the instructors there in tears. Didn't expect to be so attached in such a short time. All the important lessons, all the sneaking around in underwear, all the nights out buying lots of instant noodles, won't be forgotten. Of course, I'm looking forward to a new experience in my new unit. 2B here I come!
