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He sat there in masked trepidation. He was about an hour away from catching his flight to Auckland, New Zealand – a trip he was not excited for. This would make it his second overseas deployment. Sergeant Jefferson of the Singapore Armed Forces was about to spend 10 agonizing hours in the air before he arrived in Auckland International; hurry to a different terminal to catch a domestic flight to Palmerston North thereafter; and finally kill another 4 hours on a bus ride down to Waiouru Military Camp. He would know, because it was going to be deja vu from there and out for the next 2 months. He was going to be terribly home-sick, missing his loved ones, his 2 little dogs and his macbook. He was going to be suffering from Muay Thai withdrawals. Two months without practicing Muay Thai was going to leave him feeling depressed and unhinged. He was most definitely not going to be enjoying his time out in the temperamental Waiouru training grounds, where he would experience the four seasons in a single day. “Perhaps this time round, with a new bunch of peers, it would be completely different,” he conjectured.