Go Back to Army lah!

Many of the seniors warned us that everyone would hate us, I think this was one of the few very useful things that they taught us. Well the other being that no matter how bad it got, all the nonsense would end by 1730hrs.

Initially, I scoffed at that suggestion, would everyone hate us? No way..... or so I thought. Two days, it was all true! Apart from a few senior instructors such as Sri Kanthan, Hassan, Firdaus, Zakaria and some younger ones such as Gus Miao and Clifton; EVERYONE, the JO trainees, regular or NSF; the NSF instructors; the younger regular instructors all set out to try to get us during the first few weeks. Everyone was out to get the fresh meat on the chopping block, all rubbing their hands in glee, "yeah man, let's see how tough these guys are"

In the first 2 weeks every single lesson took on a hellish routine of tekan after tekan after tekan. From the drill shed to the pool to the dojo, it was all a series of tests to see how tough these former army boys were. I still remember FI Liew making us do the step up and down on the stands in the drill shed for a supremely long time. I found it tough, goodness knows what the JO trainees who were caught in the crossfire during the session made of it. Without wanting to sound too cliched, thank goodness the army training came through for us and so we prevailed somehow or other.

Certain instructors like Liew were just out to get us and out of training they tried to get us at the mess when we went for lunch or dinner, or when we were walking out, a stray strand of facial hair or a minute amount of dirt on the boots was enough to get us despatched to the barracks. They even tried the barracks but they were quite scared of treading on Hassan's toes and so eventually the barracks became quite a safe haven from the other instructors but we could expect Hassan to appear at any time of the work day and even in the evenings at a time that we least expected. But from keeping us away from the innane rubbish from the instructors he might as well have been the messiah to some of us. Later on of course, Yusman and Young Azman tried their luck, uh, well that's for another post on its own of course.

The other hazard was the abuse directed as us from the JO trainees, most of it wasn't terribly intelligent or witty like Terence mentioned in the early post, "OCT go back to army la" or just plain abuse. Of course eventually we sorted them out in one way or another, whether it was at the mess when we were on mess duty and we returned the favour by dispatching them back to their barracks for poor bearing and turn out or just by thrashing them on the sports field.

Eventually, we all got numb to the abuse and the other instructors mainly stopped trying their luck. Of course there was the odd incident here and there, but things got quite bearable by the end of the second month.

Musings of the Chairman

I finally got my own google email account. How sweet is that? Ahem, anyway, let's get down to some serious blogging business. Can I have law & order please? This is the chairman of OCT 3&4 speaking. Well folks, this pretty much sums up my experience as the squad chairman. It was nothing less than a debacle, I have to say. After being elected (aka sabo-ed) as the honorable chairman, I was ready to take on my new role with pride on honor. Oh boy, did my pride and honor last. NOT!

It was chaos trying to manage 42 future leaders of the SPF who had raging hormones tipping the scales. Maybe the word chaos is too subtle. But I have to thank my lucky stars that FI Hassan (you guys mentioned him yet?) had the squad under complete control. At this juncture, I have to stress on the word ‘complete’ because for all his ninja and wayang antics, he did an excellent job of managing 42 bright and promising but recalcitrant individuals. Well, some had their own agenda for their nine months tenure. But I couldn’t care less. By the way, did I also mention that this FI of ours was one helluva master of camo. He could just blend into the greens that our good ol PA had to offer and make his appearance when we were least expecting it. No wonder he was notoriously known as the Ninja among the cadets. (btw, FI Hassan doesn’t know that we had a nickname for him)

Initial stage was quite a terrifying experience. When I meant terrifying, I was actually referring to the food. In the army, even though ‘tekan’ sessions took place every other minute, there was something to look forward to. The food! All hail the Singapore Food Industry for cooking up great meals day after day. When the first meal was served in PA, we were thinking to ourselves that we were better off with the SAF despite the frequent jumping jacks and thousands of push ups that accompanied every meal. The all time “Favorite” in PA was the fish delight. (I could swear that the gills of the fish moved at one point while it was lying on my mesh tray)

I was wondering to myself, food sucks, can my fellow cadets be any better? How wrong I was! On the contrary, these are same bunch of guys who I managed to clique with for the next nine months of our stay in police academy. In case I have not, in alphabetical order, let me introduce you to the famous five. Asri, Daryl, Mark, Terence (or is it Nunis) and finally yours truly, the chairman of the board. Aziz is the name.

For all the screw ups and subsequent push ups that we were subjected to, we had our fair share of fun and camaraderie. I have to say that it was one good memorable experience. I couldn’t believe my arse luck when I was not selected for OCS ten years ago. But now, in retrospect I am still thanking my lucky stars that I was selected to be and officer cadet with the SPF. Because not only it taught me criminal law, but it also taught me the law of friendship. To eat, sleep and shit with the same bunch of guys for nine months is no easy feat. I guess all of us passed that test with flying colors. We deserve a pat on our backs and some hot coffee. Pervert seats, anyone?

The end of the beginning

Shortly after we met our CM and got to know our squad mates and seniors a bit better, it was down to serious business.

Clearly Hassan had the right connections with the logistics people because we got hold of our uniforms pretty quickly, any thoughts of the wonderful efficiency of the SPF supply chain were quickly dispelled after we got our weekend shopping list. This involved buying loads of white long-sleeved shirts and singlets which I well couldn't afford! It was only after severe groveling at home that I managed to squeeze some money out of my folks for my trip to Beach Road. Thank goodness for Rabbit Brand singlets, cheap and very nasty.

We got our books for our law and police procedure lessons, we drew huge raincoats and put in orders for our law statutes (which we once again had to pay for!) and some enterprising FIs even tried to make money out of us to buy Asics running shoes (they were successful I might add).

With the admin stuff relatively settled, we began to face up to the need of electing a squad committee. Judging by the farcical nature of the squad committee of our seniors which had more leadership changes than a petty Central African banana republic, it was vital to elect a good committee.

Even though my name was briefly mentioned in passing, I was in the midst of my hard-assed don't mess with me stage so I stood as much of a chance of making the squad committee as Ralph Nader becoming the President of the USA. By this stage I was almost psychopathic as I had already hurled a truckload of abuse at JT when he attempted to get me to organise a squad barbeque and later attempted to tell me what a good job I was doing when I was trying to iron some crease out of my pants. I thought he got off quite lightly given I was tempted to hurl the iron at the said cretin, I'm glad to say he had no iron marks on any part of his body.

Ah yes, the cretin, what long running feud would not be complete without a cretin who had a far higher regard for his ability than everyone else. How he managed to get elected as vice chairman was beyond me, I remember scolding quite a few people who admitted they voted for him though I think they wouldn't admit to voting for him today.

Other luminaries deservedly elected included Aziz who impressed all and sundry with his facial hair and his on-ness. Asri also made it as vice chairman, so they'd have their hands full trying to manage the various miscreants in the squad.

Posting Day - Part I

Well, I can't claim to speak for the Tekong people [I will leave that for Asri] because most of us on the blog at the moment were from BMTC 2 at Nee Soon Camp, come to think of it, most of us were in fact from Gryphon Company, BMTC 2.

I was absolutely scared stiff on posting day, whatever the Singapore Armed Forces had in store for me, I wasn't looking forward to it. I had seen the barracks at SAFTI MI and I was convinced the better it looked the less you were going to use it. In preparation for the inevitable let down by the supply chain, I had packed 5 toilet rolls in anticipation of a long and painful confinement period at OCS.

But, somehow or other at the back of my mind, I had a feeling that it was going to be my lucky day. After all, it was 5 Oct 1998, it was my 22nd birthday.

So as Gryphon Company gathered reluctantly to find out the fates that awaited us, 2nd Lieutenant Tay, my less than sane Platoon Commander went "Wah Lau! Daryl Tan and Mark Tan half left hit it!" I started to think this really could be my day, was it really the mythical NSPI posting that I had heard much about but knew very little off.

Numerous push ups and crunches later, it was confirmed, Mark and I were going to the SPF and of course, we were overjoyed and we let our platoon 2 mates who were going to SISPEC know all about it as well. I looked around the motley collection of individuals from Gryphon who were going to the SPF as well, there was Mark who I didn't know particularly well except he was the talkative one from Section 3 who got the whole company into pumping position during range as he was hassling the resident gay boy in my platoon. Looking further up the line, there 2 guys who stood out as they were clearly less than enamored at the posting which was rather strange to me. One was the psychopathic looking Indian guy who had a moustache and looked like he was in his 30s and looked ready to kill. There was also the skinny Eurasian dude who had hassled me on guard duty a few weeks before.

From this less than promising beginning, Mark, Aziz, Terence and I would become the best of friends during National Service!

As they say, this was just the beginning!