Corps Values

This is not a section that specifically deals with moral choices or ethical considerations. Rather, it’s a space where we retreat to and affirm our choices and beliefs: that we can tell the truth to each other comfortably, that we can pick up a bill in the hallway and bring it to the guard room, knowing the owner will miss it and retrieve it, that we can leave notes in the lockers for items we borrowed.

Perhaps the world has left us jaded and wary with distrust. Maybe it’s a good thing that we still can retreat to these little “safe spaces”, knowing we have a place for ourselves where we can still nurture that trust, and quietly nod in affirmation to each other in mutual understanding.

This is where we uphold our Corps Values.

Section Marcher: Ponswa83


Changing Leaders or followers?

A leader is best when people barely know he exists, when his work is done, his aim fulfilled, they will say: we did it ourselves. —Lao Tzu

Today’s lament dwells on the quality of leadership. Here and in the United States.


Changes: real and superficial

For the life of me, I have yet to find reasonable justification for the continued use of the absence card in the barracks to this day. It’s not just a nuisance. It’s one of those things that have long outlived their usefulness, and yet continues to be put into use by the command without really thinking of it’s utility.

Stirring December

foggy-baguioDecember has a way of stirring emotions. The end of the year brings about a sense of surprise: trying to figure out how we got here when it was just the start of another year just a few yesterdays ago. And now, here we are – coping once again with the merciless traffic, countless year end get togethers, groaning tables and for a few brief stretches – nips of chillier temperatures.


Sobering thoughts on a joyous occasion

Strange that these thoughts should crop up during such a festive season. But the preponderance of recently diagnosed heart ailments and emergency treatments just recently have caused me to rethink the matter of a celebration in the traditional sense. One of the first things we are told during the first few days of beast barracks is that we have already been issued a coffin among the things that we were initially given. Though it was logical, it was quite a rude awakening to a new reality as a soldier in uniform. Quite a different way of coming to grips with your mortality. Of course, having taken a different course, my options on the coffin were commuted on my separation from the Corps. And I never thought about my mortality again. Until recently.