Operation F-Force

"Blood Backwoods is an evil thing. Once it starts flowing, it never stops"

It is Monday, the 18th of February 2008, and a strange atmosphere permeates the group. Second by second, the shadow of death draws closer, casting a lasting gloom over our heroes. However, while mere mortals might not have been able to withstand the terrible might of the darkness (or rather, the green-ness), we 01 Scouts are made of much sterner stuff, and it is with a grim determination that we set ourselves to this epic journey that would be the stuff of legends for centuries days to come. Tonight, we dine in Hell Long John Silver!

Apparently, our death-defying feats on Saturday had not been able to win this war, and so we once again steeled our mind and sharpened our senses and we prepare to launch another offensive against the evil green-ness. Armed to the teeth with weapons and equipment, we marched through the gates of the enemy into the waiting throngs of Green Stuff that immediately attacked our bodies; branches jabbed into our limbs with a vengeance, low-lying roots were set to trip us as we walked, and they even sent out an aerial offensive against our troops. However, as they were soon to learn, it would take more than just mosquito bites to drive us off.

Our platoon would be in charge of gathering the leaves of the Green-ness, and crush them without mercy or compassion, till they were nothing more than dust in our hands (or rather our plastic bags)/ Their defenses proved futile as we desecrated their population of leaves till all that remained in our wake was the mournful cries of the survivors (though not quite as bad as Ram's singing). Meanwhile, Ivan was bravely kicking the ground and uttering loud war-cries, presumably in an attempt to intimidate the enemy into submission. Such courage must surely be recognized.

While we were in the process of massacreing their leaves, it seemed that the denizens of the forest has decided to unleash their ultimate attack upon our brave heroes. It came without warning, a sudden bombshell launched from high up in the sky, and landing with a slight 'plop' on our hero's head. Poor Chee Yeow had to use a big leaf (take that, evil Green-ness) to wipe the remains of the bio-bomb off his unfortunate scalp.

Finally, after our bloodlust had subsided and the scattered remains of the leaves were safely in our plastic bags, we emerged triumphant from behind enemy lines, carrying with us the spoils of war. Upon our return to base camp, we discovered our comrades already carving the dead figures of our enemies into useful equipment which would prepare us for the ordeals that lay ahead. However, there were some which were apparently shocked from all the gore and violence of our plant-vs-human, all-out, no holds barred battle, and all they could do was to watch at the proceedings with a blank expressions on their faces.

The rest of the afternoon we then spent hacking at fallen logs with all the rage and strength we could muster, and then splitting their parts into even smaller pieces before dumping them unceremoniously aside and proceeding on to the the same to their wooden counterparts, all the while with maniacal glee pasted all over our faces.

Finally, day began to give in to the night, and it was time for us to conclude our mission and we returned home, tired but triumphant. However, deep in our hearts, we all knew one thing: the battle might have been won, but the war is far from over.

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F-Force Honorary Member Ong Chee Yeow reporting from the front lines.