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July 29 UnlimitedThis week, the only thing worth mentioning was my section live firing. Basically, we attacked wooden targets with live rounds in the forest. At the end of it all, my target had no face left after i've used up all my ammo (hehehe). It was scary at first, because we were using live rounds in simulated combat, there is always a possibilty that a stray shot from one of my friends would head towards my direction. Thankfully, nothing of that sort happened. All we needed to do was point our rifles forward at our targets. When everything was done, we all came out with bruised knees and elbows because of all the proning and crawling on the rocks. But boy was it fun!
On a side note, Dad sent this to me which i found quite interesting:
Mars will be spectacular in August: We will never see this again in
our lifetime
We will never see this again in our lifetime ... nor will the people of the
next 50-to-1,000 Life Times!
Mars, the Red Planet, is about to be spectacular!
This month and next, Earth is catching up with Mars in an encounter that
will culminate in the closest approach between the two planets in recorded
history. The next time Mars may come this close is in 2287. Due to the way
Jupiter's gravity tugs on Mars and perturbs its orbit, astronomers can only
be certain that Mars has not come this close to Earth in the Last 5,000
years, but it may be as long as 60,000 years before it happens again.
The encounter will culminate on August 27th when Mars comes to within
34,649,589 miles of Earth and will be (next to the moon) the brightest
object in the night sky. It will attain a magnitude of -2.9 and will appear
25.11 arc seconds wide.
At a modest 75-power magnification ... Mars will look as large as the full
moon to the naked eye.
Mars will be easy to spot. At the beginning of August it will rise in the
east at 10 pm and reach its azimuth at about 3 am. By the end of August
when the two planets are closest, Mars will rise at nightfall and reach its
highest point in the sky at 12:30 am. That's pretty convenient to see
something that no human being has seen in recorded history. So, mark your
calendar at the beginning of August to see Mars grow progressively brighter
and brighter throughout the month.
Share this with your children and grandchildren! July 23 HeartA wild boar stole my breakfast....
I'm serious! I was having my Section Field Camp with my company in Pulau Tekong (why am i back there again?) and about two days ago, a wild boar came and swiped half of my section's food! It was at 4am and i was asleep at that time, but my friends on guard duty saw it and tried to get it back but it ran away. I think it follows us around because as we moved camp, it came and disturbed us again at night. It came within 1 metre from me and i quickly clutched my rifle, not wanting it to grab my rifle like it did my food and run away, thus making me serve 7 years in DB (detention barracks) for losing my rifle.
Anyways, i'm surprised that i can survive with only 3-4 hours of sleep during the 5 day field camp. But boy was i tired that i was afraid i would sleep standing up! Thankfully, i'd managed to wake up before my face was formally introduced to the ground.
Well, during the camp, my section lost 3 very important items. One long antenna for the signal set, a gas regulator for the SAR21 and a bipod. We could have been charged for losing them, but praise the Lord, He helped retrieve them all and in the end, we got away with it. (i hope...)
I seriously need more free time. I have so little book out time nowadays, although i heard that it would increase as time goes by for me in OCS.
*yawns* boy, am i tired... but now that i think about it, it's been 7 months since i've left australia. How time flies! July 16 Gentle Words27/06/06 Tuesday
We started our firest field camp in OCS today, which was meant to last 3 days and 2 nights. It began with Terrain Visualisation, where we had to find out where we are exactly on the map by our navigational skills (which i won't explain in detail) and our compass. After we'd ate our lunch (combat rations... *shudders*), our platoon broke off into our sections and had to puty our navigational skills to the test by finding our way to specific checkpoints given to us. I've learnt a lot during this navigation exercise. It also gave me a chance to get to know my section mates better.
28/06/06 Wednesday
Today, a SIT test and another night navigation was present to us again. It was a lot like BMT's SIT , so it wa nothing new except for the fact that one situation was a river crossing situation where we had to build a raft and transport everybody across a swimming pool with equipment provided to us. It was fun in a way that my section passed all the situations presented to us (even though we had a few "casualties" here and there). Strangely though, we were told by our Section Commander (Sect Comd) that the leader of the group should not take part in the manual work, but that he should plan and direct his men under him. If you look at it one way, this kind of leader would seem really selfish just sitting there and telling people what to do only. That's what I'd thought as well, but then i was told that, even though the leaders who help out his men with the manual work and such is not wrong in some cases, a military leader should not be like this. A military leader should leave the fatigue work to his men so as to have a broade3r and shaper view of the situation at hand. This 'philosophy' would also allow the leader to not be fatigued so as to be quick on his feet in case an unexpected problem arises. It makes sense to me, and if the men under me knows about this as well, then i guess putting this into practice would be alright. But i cannot deny the small sense of guilt if i do so. It sounds as if the leader should become a dictator; very opposite of how i was brought up to think of leaders. So, to keep me in check and not get too carried away, i must constantly remind myself not to abuse my power and authority when they are given to me...
29/06/06 Thursday
A loud siren broke the silence of the night at 2am in the morning. I woke up with a jerk, and as i tried to organise my senses, the first loud explosion filled the air. Immediately, i began to pack my stuff as another thunderflash exploded. Rumors had floated around before we slept last night that a turnout was imminent (a turnout is where the instructors will wake you up in the middle of the night and order you to fall in). So we packed our stuff and assembled in platoon level, got punished for moving so slowly, and headed back to SAFTI MI. We were very happy to be going back, finally we can sleep on our comfortable beds, have a cool shower and have access to our mobile phones! But the worst was yet to come..
We were "attacked" by enemy artillery fire and one person from each section was "injured", so each section had to carry our fallen friend on the stretcher back to camp. When we got to a checkpoint, we were hot, tired and thirsty. So one of our instructors ordered us to take off our helmets and pour 10ml of water in it. "Gentlemen, are you thirsty?" he asked us and we stared at each other in disbelief. We were like "you want me to drink out of this?! 0_o" But then he told us to put on our helmets, dousing our heads with cool water. But yeah, what was really scary was the fact that we had to evacuate (known as casevac) our friend at a distance of 5km! It was crazy then, and even as i think about it again, i still shake my head and wondered how on earth did i survive it! Many times i'd wanted to give up. I could literally feel my body go pass my physical breaking point as i carried the heavy stretcher with my friends. But i didn't give up, that i can at least look back and be proud of. I guess one of the main reasons was the fact that if i gave up, my section buddies, whom i've bonded with so well during this field camp, would suffer more of the load because of my selfish act. Another reason would probably be the encouragement and motivation of my sect comd. 2LT Jordan did an extremely good job at pushing us to go fast and work as a team, and we made good progress by overtaking 2 other groups and by coming in 3rd. Now, as i look back at it, 2LT Jordan is a good role model to follow if i am to be an officer, a ldear of men. So, as i sat down with my buddies, finally having gotten pass this nightmare for now, i made a promis to myself: with aching mucles and a sweat-covered body, i will learn all i can during my time here in NS to be a better leader, a better follower, a better servant, a better friend, and a better person.
30/06/06 Friday - 07/07/06 Friday
Fell sick today... a mild flu, the doctor told me. I reckon the casevac was the cause of it, as well as a few other reasons, which i won't go into. But anyway, i was given two days of rest by the doctor... better than nothing i suppose.
Sunday came, yet another day of church missed. But today was special because it was Parents Visiting Day, which is where the parents could come into OCS and visit their son. Sadly, Dad could only fly here to Singapore on monday and no earlier. But when i brought up my situation to my PC, he kindly allowed my dad to book in on monday from 8-9am to visit me. It might seem insufficent to some of you, but i reckon one hour is more than enough concerning me and my dad. Anyway, instead of being one of the only cadet with no one to visit him, my aunt from my dad's side and my aunt and grandmother from my mom's side came to visit me. It was nice to see my relatives after so long, especially when they brought (heaps of) food! We could have toured the whole of OCS, but instead we talked about what had ahppened over the pass two weeks of my confinement. I heard about the youth coming over from Melbourne to stay at Geelong, and the fun things that they all did. I also heard about my cousins living in America are back here in Singapore for a few weeks, so i plan to meet up with them when i have the time. When they left, a mixed of emotions rushed over me. Feelings such as pride of serving my country and also a deep longing to go back to Melbourne to see my family and friends again... Anyways, besides the visitation, another interesting even was the gathering of us Christians at night where we learnt about the Military Christian Fellowship. It was nice to gather together that night and fellowship with each other. It certainly help dispell the feelings of homesickness and again reaffirm my conviction about being here.
Well, the next day was where we will be officially initiated into OCS as real Officer Cadets. We would remove our lanyard in the Ceremonial Hall, state the Officer's Creed, and "upgrade" our one white stripe to two stripes.
The Officer's Creed goes like this:
But before this, it was an OCS tradition to turn out Officer Cadets before they are initiated. So in the morning at 4:30am, a loud voice yelled down the hallway, ordering us to change into our PT attire and fall in downstairs. As i ran down, imagine my surprise when i saw not instructors but senior Officer Cadets ordering us to do push-ups. Anyway, after getting our second strip, we had breakfast (finally!) and about one hour afterwards, Dad arrived. It was good to see him again after seven months, and he looked a bit older than i last remembered, although he's still the same quiet person. That is why i reckoned one hour is more than enough. We sat down at the local canteen and talked, mostly about army life and how much the army has changed back in his days. I also found out that he was an OCS instructor when he was in NS, something which was new to me. My dad doesn't really talk much; he's the type of person that talks only when necessary. So it didn't surpise me at all when after 15 minutes of talking, we had nothing to talk about. Well, there's nothing much i can do about this, although i do hope that one day Dad and i can talk like best friends. Anyways, the next few days were spent learning how to handle 4 different kinds of weapons (which i can't write about due to security reasons) although i can say that i learnt how to use the SAR21, a Singapore-made assault rifle. It's quite similar to the Aug (counterstrike gun => 4 4) and very accurate.
That's all the time we have for the moment folks, stay tune for more later. July 08 Everytime I Close My Eyes19/06/06-20/06/06 (Monday and Tuesday)
First day at OCS, I must admit that i was quite nervous the night before and in the morning when i woke up. On monday morning (6:40am... =_="), i was surprised to find it raining heavily. Now, for those of you who don't know, heavy rain makes it extremely difficult to find and hail a cab in Singapore, especially when it's so early in the morning! But all we well when God provided one of my aunt's colleague (who lived nearby) to bring me to SAFTI MI, where i would report to my post.
I discovered that i was to be posted to Bravo Company, which i heard was one of the toughest companies in OCS *gulp*. In a semi-formal ceremoney, we were given two items: Appelettes (which shows the rank of Juniour Cadet, looks like one white line on each shoulder) and a Lanyard (aka immunity dog leash, meaning wearing it makes us cadets immune to guard duty punishments and confinements since we are new here).
OCS is a lot different from BMTC in a way that instead of 12 people to 1 room, it's only two to one room. There is also a computer in the room, (some of which are working...). Another thing was the fact that there is a very high expectation on the cadets since we are "leaders-to-be". I guess the saying would be "Do your best here, because that's the minimum requirement". One thing i also noticed was that we hardly have any free time; given at most only 5 minutes to run up to change, only to run down and fall in again. I guess it's understandable since initially OCS was meant to be 10 months, but was cut down to 9 months. So basically, one extra month's activites were crammed into our schedule. One interesting thing that i remember was the tower run. Also known as the OCS tower, it stands at about 15-20 stories (60m tall) with about 265 steps. We were told to run up the tower whilst yelling at the top of our voices (in details of 10, lah! Not the entire platoon!) But when we got up, we were rewarded with a stunning view of the surrounding area.
Anyways, i heard that there are a lot of lectures and lessons during our first week (as well as a lot of PT), which turned out to be true. The entire second day was filled with lectures and lessons, mainly on the topic of the structure of OCS and map reading.
21/06/06 Wednesday
Besides more lectures and lessons in store for us, which was mostly on the topics of chemical defence and trying on our chemical defence suit aka IPE suit (the goofy mask included), we started the day with what was known as the confidence jump. Basically we had to jump into the swimming pool from a height of 5 metres. The purpose of this exercise is to train/test our confidence. It was fun and exciting in a way that I've never actually fallen from that height before, so it was a good experience.
22/06/06 Thursday
Ever experienced the effects of tear gas? In the forest nearby, there is a small enclosed room known as the chmical defence training facility (but we called it the "smoke chamber"). Mild tear gas filled the room and we went in wearing our full IPE suit for a few minutes. The purpose of this exercise was to raise awareness of chemical attacks and the effectiveness of our suits. What happened next was haunting: we were told to remove our hoods, but still wear our masks. Even so, the skin on our head and neck were exposed, so it took a few seconds before my neck felt a burning sensation from the tear gas. But we were not allowed to leave yet. One by one, we were told to remove our mask and tell the instructor our IC number, rank, name and request permission to leave the room. When it got to my turn, I muttered a quick prayer, took off my mask and said: "I, S8733411B-"
Suddenly, the tear gas hit me! My eyes started tearing and my nose and lungs felt as if they were on fire! I choked and coughed as the gas went into my mouth as well, but I had to finish if I wanted to leave. "Officer Cadet Amoz Ang Kheng Ern-" I managed to say as I forced myself to look at the instructor, even though my eyes continued to tear. By then, my nose was running like a marathon sprinter, taking a breath to clear my nose, my lungs and nose felt as if they were burning! "Request permission to leave the room, sir!" I forced myself to speak, trying my best to ignore the stinging sensations. I was asked a few more questions, which i answered reactively. Finally, I was given permission to leave, which i gladly did. I wasn't allowed to wipe lmy face because the chemicals would have been on my gloves, so i was told to go to the nearby fence and grip the fence to resist the temptation to wipe my face. So as i breathed in fresh air gratefully, I was hacking, coughing, sniffling, tearing (not crying!) and spitting out the chemicals that were in my mouth (which tasted horrible, in case you didn't know) alongside my friends. After i regained my senses and my vision started clearing, i went over to the waterpoint and washed my gloves first before taking them off and washed my face with my bare hands. A memorable event that has been scarred into my memory, you would not find in a riot for a very long time!
25/06/06 Sunday
I really miss going to church, especially when I've found a home church after searching for so long. There is also this lingering of wanting to return back to civilian life. To meet up with friends and spend time with them. But I'm still confined here for 2 more weeks before I can book out.
Anyway, after lunch, we had a navigation exercise where we first counted our average pacing for 100m of uphill, downhill and level ground. Afterwards, we marched off to the compass course.
Now imagine a square. Along the perimeter of the square are the numbers 1 to 36 in order. Each of us were given a number and a distance and direction to travel to, where we had to walk as accurately as we could to the next number and so on and so forth. So you can imagine me walking from one point on the square to the other with compass and pacer in hand, trying to walk as straight a path as possible. But it's not as easy as it sounds. The terrain was not a flat grassland with small humps on the ground, which was what I'd believed, but rather the terrain was a slightly dense forest with steep slopes and deadfalls everywhere. This made it extremely difficult to travel in a straight line and to walk to the number that i was meant to go. From this exercise, i found out that i am a "right" drifter, as the term suggests, if i were to walk in a straight line, i'll tend to drift to the right.
After we've finished, we had our dinner and waited for the sun to set for the second phase of our navigation. That's right. We had to find out way through the forest in the dark. But my PC told me that in the dark, we tend to drift less and travel in a straight line more accurately because at night, we will be less hesitant about obstacles that would be in our way. In other words, just bash through. Even though I had a couple of close calls (almost falling down a steep hill, running into a tree, tripping on tree roots, etc.), i only came out with a few scratches here and there. Praise the Lord!
26/06/06 Monday
Had a few lectures, especially a funny National Education talk about our relations with Malaysia and Indonesia. I wonder what would happen if either of these two declared war on us... would my family be dragged into it? It's easy for me to say that i will fight if i'm called into action now. But what about a few years down the line? If i settled down in Australia, would i still come back and fight for singapore when i'm married and have kids? What would my future wife think? I pray that God will give us both a very loving and understanding heart if such was the case. Although i hope that i or my children would never see war in their lifetime.
(sorry guys, but i g2g now. will blog more about my experiences later. ciao!) |
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