This week was rather uneventful, save for our seniors collecting their pink ICs one after another. By Friday, most of their cupboards had been cleared. As they dragged their duffel bags across the parade square, we felt a tinge of sadness and loss. They say that time heals everything but will it fill the void left behind?

Memories fade away with time. But sometimes, they are lost in an instant. On Thursday, as we did a 8km training run for the Army Half Marathon in August, I slipped and fell when I sprinted down a slippery slope towards the finishing round. A moment of pure stupidity. Don’t ask me why but you can probably guess from the words – wet, sprint, slope, fall.

Anyway, besides superficial injuries on my arms and legs, I also hurt my head. Although I’m fortunate enough not to be bleeding from the head, the impact left me with bruises and robbed me of my short-term memory. In fact, even though I was said to be conscious, I had no recollections how I ended up in the treatment room.

Memories are fragile. Memories are not forever. So, treasure them while you can because you wouldn’t know when you’ll start to lose them.