Sispec.
Jurong.. West. fuk its far from katong.
Remember in my last few stories, about not
getting shouted at too much by them in green?
Well, lets say that on a scale of 10, BMT
and ACT was like, 4.
Sispec, fukin 10 outa 10. Every day, wrong
or right, we will get punished. cant seem to do anything right
hehehahahahahaha!!!
Now. Onto the Sispec story. if I can
remember much.
Bravo Company. oh well. does it matter? did
not feel so. every company got the same shit. except the female company. women
training. oh well. hey ho.
Here we learned more. much more. bmt? that
was easy. ACT? that was easy too. here we had to absorb so much more. paper
lessons. than executing wad we learned in the field.
That’s no problem. one bloody big field
next to us. a short walk and the first cunting field hill called botak hill. we
hated it. but not for long. there were larger hills further in the training
area. big assed hills.
Same shit really. 0545 fall in 5bx.
eat by 0620
personal stuff by 0655
fall in by 0659
ready for lessons by 0700 be it at some
shed or some room.
Late for a lesson? no worries. just go 2
rounds the parade square.
Forgot your note book, its ok, go touch
that tree over there.
and the dam shouting! it never stops lol.
in a way, we learned to let it in one ear and out the other. well, at lease
that’s wad I did. the shouting I mean. let them shout. lol
I mentioned that we thought we were fit?
well, we were wrong. we were not.
Sispec made us supermen. We could run not
stop, walk non stop, climb non stop.
by the end when we graduated and became
corporals, non of us had any fat on us. we were truly fit.
( well, end of my active days, one of the
things I figured out was that NS was just one long free fitness program. one of
my views).
Each day one of us would be chosen as the
platoon IC. everyone did they turn. your guys late, u get it. someone forgot
something, u get it. in fact, u get all the shit. u get into shit because you
as IC are not doing your job making sure the platoon is rdy for anything. cant
have this happening in war time can we now?
some did not do so well. some did. but
everyone “supported” the IC. we had to. if not we would ALL get it!
work as buddies. than groups, than a
section. if a group cant work, how does a section? if a section cant work, how
does a fuking platoon work? it was drilled into us every hour, everyday.
im cool with that. it is expected. we were
training to be section commanders. behold any fuker that comes across my
section and me!
there`s this chap. platoon sergeant active.
our platoon trainer. he is god. wad he says goes. do not ask why. do not say
no. do not say yes. just do it. after you have done wad ever he says, than ask
why. his name is baluram. some crasy Nepalese chap. staff sergeant. he was
bravo`s CSM.
well, he is a very nice chap. but when it
involves training, he will rip u a new asshole if you don’t absorb wad he says,
or u fuk up, or u are late, or anything. he will make u go round the square
till you drop. he don’t give a shit. its all to make us learn. and most
importantly, absorb stuff that the school teaches us.
did he whack us in the field.? he sure did.
there was this defense training crap on some shitty hill somewhere. we were out
for 4 days. aim was to defend it and hold ground. how to place foxholes, main
command location all that stuff.
so night 3. we were to report to the bottom
of the small hill at 1900 for fresh food dinner. was to be a peaceful night. we
did ok the pass two days I guess. he was pleased with our performance. plan was
to let us have a really good rest without them coming disturbing us. and really
train hard the next day before heading back to camp/school.
from our platoons location, it was only 50
or so meters to their tent and dinner.
well, we did not sleep till 3 something in
the morning.
heres wad happened.
we made it down at 1855. well, most of us.
took our count at 1856. 2 missing. as we presented our strength at 1859, they
came running down the slope.
basically, we did not meet the 1900 dead
line. we were late. not 1, not two. we as a platoon were late.
blame those two? blame the people around
them that did not rush them while still up the hill? blame the IC incharge of
the platoon during non training hours? blame the section? blame who? blame the
hill?
no one to blame. that’s wad baluram told
us. no one to blame.
he spoke to us for 15 mins. nicely. about
being on time. we stood to attention of cos. he walked a few rounds. spoke some
more.
he had his boots off. slippers on.
his voice got louder. and louder. lol..
I could tell he is pissed. wtf were we
thinking? 50meters to dinner? a restful night. how could this happen?
boy did he get angry. well, the standard
happened. onto the ground we went in the push up positions.
he sat down and got his boots on. he as
bravo`s CSM, well, he had to teach us how to perform. how to be good soldiers.
well, from this point, I knew we were gonna
it. all the trainers got involved.
I cant tell you in wad order wad happened.
but heres a general gist of the next few hours.
1. up the hill from the base, change to old
wet uniforms from new dry ones.
2. down again in 5 mins, late, back up into
wet. about 15 times.
3. fire movement up the hill, and down
slope.
4. crawling in the bushes.
5. push ups.
6. more push ups.
7. touching tress u cant see at night.
8. displaying all the items u have with
you. packing them up and running back to the foxhole.
9. changing more cloths.
heres the fun part. it rained about
midnight.
10. jumping into foxhole defending area.
mud everywhere.
11. crawling down the wet slope while doing
fire movement, down hill lol!
12. emptying out of full packs and shoving
mud and sand in, going back up the hill and cleaning it out, going back down to
the tent.
13. more more pushups. the most fuked up
part about this is the rain drops. they like to bounce off the ground into your
dam eyes!! now that pissed me off big time, not the physical punishment.
14. push up position till rifle disappears
into the soft mud.
15. more uniform changes. ( who gives a fuk
both sets all wet and sandy and muddy lol)
16. more running all over the place.
17. push up position to sit up positions
and back again.
18. rifle overhead singing songs.
think that’s about it. cant remember the
rest.
I guess CSM baluram got sick of it around 1-2am.
well, we were fit. so it did not really
matter to us. it was more of a punishment. a learning experience.
rain had stopped.
so we sat down in front of the trainers
tent. baluram than asked us to clean our metal mugs.
passed us his whole supply of hot tea and
coffee.
we drank.
more talk. why this. why that. don’t this.
don’t that. got learn? did not learn?
oh well. dismissed us. we went back up the
hill to our positions. fuk changing lol. we just fell asleep. no guard duties.
just slept.
peaceful sleep. no more shouting. fuk, the
past few hours we were shouted at non stop lol. so peaceful.
the morning we were to report down at 0600.
guess what time we were there? by 0545
everyone was there lol !!!!
stinking. wet. rubbery foot. covered with
mud. orange coloured cloths. sand in socks and boots and pants and underwear.
who gave a shit? we were doing our last
few hours of training on defense on that fuking muddy hill.
and it was a Friday. means we fuk off home
tonight!
in my book, he is a great sergeant. I was
thinking I will follow him to war. in fact, I still do till today year 2013.
but no idea where he is now.
back to the story.
so, everyday we learned section lvl stuff.
movement. sleeping. taking turns doing things, fighting as 7 men, looking out
for each other as 7. shit like that. no day was ever boring. everyday brings
new shit that we had to sort out.
and we were getting fit as well. fit as
nails is the saying?
we explored all parts of Singapore. every
place that we could go we went. other than overseas. only officers did that in
their OCS school.
we stayed out 1 week. sometimes it was just
2 days. depends on the lesson and outfield time needed. we also spent a lot of
time in the classrooms. much shit to get into our heads.
how to attack a certain area.
how to drag the wounded away and give first
aid.
how to defend a small hill with the 7 of
us.
how to move along a road just to get shot
at so that we can do some thing called the IA drill. ( charge at them!!)
how to react to almost every different type
of shit as 7 men.
how to do a day ambush.
how to not get lost and not fuk up a night
ambush.
how to cross a river.
how to not lose a magazine.
how to set a claymore mine. ( I think. or
was that taught in my unit? cant remember)
how to carry food and water for 3 days.
how to make a toilet in the field
hahahahahaha.
and when people go outinto the bush, theres
always one stinking river between you and your objective. bloody river
crossing. a float and a rope is all that is needed to get you and your shit
across.
well, lots more but I cant remember them
all.
oh.. ops orders. lol. taking orders from
the “officer”, than going back to your “section” and telling them wad the fuk
is going on and wad is about to happen and how to do it.
sand models. waaaaaa!! back to
kindergarden. making models of some cunting hill and buildings and trenches out
of anything. hahahaha
more PT. more classrooms. more lessons in
sheds. more of everything.
any fun parts?
lol. a few if I can remember.
1- after coming back from a day trip to some fuked up semi Singapore
forest, we discovered we brought some crap back with us.
We were briefed on this happening. mosquito
repellant they said. use it much! rub it everywhere! rub it on the outside of
your boots. cloths. everywhere. even on your skin.
fuking ticks. small little fukers that
seems to hang around by the billions in dead foliage.
as we normally do, we don’t keep to roads.
we like to bash. theres a nice road there, but we like to walk in the bush. we
don’t like roads.
fallen trees. fallen anything, this ticks
are there. they like to get stuck to your boots and pants and work their way to
your nice warm skin.
so we get back, showers here we come.
hmm.. wads this single black spot on my
arm?
hmmm. wads this group of black crap on my
calf?
hmmmmm. WTF is this shit under my armpits?
hmmmmmmmm. ! fuk!!! I got some near my
balls! WTF?
many had them. most were only a few. like
5. maybe 10.
but 2 chaps had, fuk, like 50.
I went down to see the trainers. told them about it. they
laughted. say do wad you have to do to get rid of them. I asked for an extra
hour of lights to sort this out. ok…
needles. more fukin repellant. lighters to
heat up the neddles. bla bla bla.
we checked each other. everywhere were we
ourselves could not see.
toes. arms, head, hair, armpits, soles,
fingers, just about everywhere. as for those places we could not check out, the
buddy looked. so I looked at my buddies back, rear, his ass cheeks, his ass
hole, every where he could not see himself.
he did the same to me. poor chap. my hairy
ass probably made him have nightmares.
those little fuk ticks, they like to bury
their front end under your skin. if you use the heated needle to poke at it to
dig it out, u might risk digging out the body, but leaving the head and mouth
and claws and shit under your skin. now that’s bad. they like to lay eggs in
you. go goggle ticks. u can see blown up pictures of it. like some crab that
lives under the sea.
or hair ticks. those type group of fukers.
any ways, we cleared our selves out.
slowly. about 1 min per tick. heated needles. Repellant to make them crawl
backwards out of your skin. slow and
tedious.
any ways, like I said, we were the most ok.
we got it light. those two chaps did not.
so the whole platoon went to work on them.
stand by items.
tissue paper. lighter. needle. repellant.
and good eyes.
lol. two naked chaps in the bunk room with
15 other guys working on u. bent over. stood upright. raised left leg. dangling
dick and balls. cursing. swearing. right leg up. hey u can u fuking hold his
left ass cheek open wider.
duty sergeant “ hey u guys, its time for
lights out! wtf u all still doing? “
us, “ sergeant, still can count about 20
more.”
duty sergeant “ well get a move on. u got
25 mins than before I turn u lot out on the parade square.”
us, “ YES sergeant ! “
one by one we got them ticks out. the white
tissue became black. about 2 tubes of love lube to each chap. 2 lighters ran
out of gas. but we did it. all out.
fukin ticks. pui pui spit spit.
well, that’s fun part number one.
2- feeding time at the zoo. I must say the food is good.) and the
people u see at the cook house.)))
they are females in the camp. the only time
I see them are, food times, booking out time and when they do their PT.
some are FUKING cute! and dam they look
good in uniform. and even better in their PT attire.
Im not bordered why or how or if or wadever
why they joined the armed forces. im with them) I see no problem with women in
the armed forces.
if I die, I die. if they wanna die, they
die. if we are to die together, than we die together. ok with me ))
anyways, some times they march around the
parade square. hot chicks in the sun!! they sing too. not to well. we sing
better and louder. hehehehe
so they march round. pass my company. they
would sneak eyes to our location. we would do wad we will do. we stare. we air
kiss them. we show them dirty signs. we take off our shirts. shit like that.
the cook house is free for all. u come
first, u sit where ever the empty seats are. theres like this system. theres
always a few rows of seats free. u come, its empty. u eat. u move off and a few
mins later your seat is taken by some one else. simple.
every fuking company in the school wants to
time their arrival at the cook house to coincide with when the chicks come !!!
of cos !!!!! some times u got there when they come. u line up with your tray
and u sit with them.. weeeeee fun times. most of the time you don’t. fuk.
3- best trainee competition.
like any school, theres an exam at the end.
this is normal. either u pass the course or u fail. pass we get to go onto
other things. like, a unit to be a sergeant, a PTI, any thing sergeant
wise. u fail, u leave the school a
corporal. and where ever u get posted to. wad ever.
than theres the best trainee exam. this is
the start. each company will make a 7men section. this section will represent
the best of that company. a start point. an end point. 7 different types of
things will happen along this route. all the things we learned will be put to
the test. each one of the 7men will each take over a part of the route. each
one will deal with that part of the course as the section commander. while you
are not the commander, u are one of the “men”.
the route is staffed by normal trainees
like us, and supervised by trainers from every company. to be fair I guess. not
sure. every “ contact” point had about 4-5 trainers.
as each “section” moves out, we were
followed by an officer. this office will not be from your company.
each section moves out 30 mins apart.
once you move out, no more talking. no more
talk. its gonna be all action. no trainers shouting at you any more. if you fuk
up at any “contacts”, or if you did well, no words are spoken. nothing. u just
do your shit if u are the commander, wait, than when they change the teams
commander, you just did your new role and continued the route. simple huh?
I was one of the guys chosen to be part of
this 7men team from my company.
we moved out around 4pm. one of the last
groups.
we did what many have done before. I did a
very simple one. not sure which point, but I was the commander when we got
“attacked” from our left, along the trail. not so much a ambush, but like the
enemy saw you from far on the road, and shot at you. it was a fire movement up
a gentle slope.
I did as I was taught. my “men” did they
role as they were taught. we all did as we were taught.
up the hill than we went. enemy dead.
wounded checked out. shit like that. waited. and the next commander was up.
and off we went again. simple.
end of route. end game I guess. told to fuk
off back to camp. we did.
so this ended the section completion. the next thing was the best trainee crap.
there will be school best, school second best and school third best.
more fighting to come. lol.
after the section competition thinge, the
results are tabulated. all the trainers ( section trainer, platoon trainer, company
CSM, platoon officer and every one involved in the section shit ) will have
their AAR, after action report, on us. they take into account our time spent
there. wad each any every one of us did. everything is taken into account. they
will do their shit while we waited in out bunks.
who ever they chose now, only three
persons, will take charge of a section and be commander all the way. this three
guys chosen can have his pick of any one in the company to be his “men”.
( side note- in the previous “exam”, who
ever was the commander had the full support of his “men”. no one fuked around
because every one had to be a commander. u can fuk me now, later I will fuk
you. we had non of that shit. we were there to support who ever was the
commander)
I was one of the three chosen. oh well. fuk
it lets just get on with it.
i went round. I looked hard at each one.
some I did not even border. we as a company we each knew each other. each
others shit and crap. the more u knew about a person, u know more on wad he can
do I guess.
I chose 4 from my section ( no offence the
rest, but you were lasy bastards) and two from the other sections.
this were whom I though were the crasy
fukers in my company. if theres some water in front of you, and no water to one
side, they will just step into the water, likewise, and carry on. they would
not walk to one side just to not get their feet wet. just an example lol.
so I had my “men”. best chaps in the
company. non a lasy fuker. non a skiver. non not afraid to ask. non not afraid
to fuk up and learn. non the ones that seat at the back of the classroom.
we spoke long into the night. those in the
“ competition” were let off many things. lol. not much. just enough time so we
can sit down, go through shit that we would do in any type of contacts. wad
each will do.
every one had a role to play.
1- section commander.
2- group one m203, I think. fuk it’s a long
time ago.
3- group 2, a SAW
4- group 2, m16 and some other thinge, a
law tube?
5- group 3, section 2IC, sharp shooter.
6- group 3, 2nd m203 ?
7- group 3, hmmmmm SAW ??
cant remember who carries the bangolaw
tobedo. I carry a claymore. some one else carries one too.
ok. that’s 7men.
we all were rdy I guess. as much as can be.
shit starts at 10am the next day.
different route from the past exam. totally
different. lol. cant be the same right? cant make to too easy for us.
well,…. hmm.. wad to say. lets get on with
it.
next day. dam was I nervous. everyone by
than knew who was the guys going for school 1,2 and 3. breakfast was hard.
seems like everyone was staring at you. fukin nervous.
got called to the companies conference
room. OC, CSM and all the platoon sergeants were there. last min chat I guess. non of the “ go here,
do this. stop here, look out right” shit.
more of a chat to make me feel more relax
and shit before the thing kicks off.
ok. we all got prepared.
to me it was not a competition against the
other 2 chaps. it was just get out there, kill as much enemy as a section can,
and try not to get my men killed while doing it. I guess that’s the way I felt.
formed up at 930. the three sections. all
in one shed. lol. not much taking now. everyone in their own thoughts.
same as before. 30mins between groups. we
were the 2nd to go.
(whistle. beeppp beeepppp , off we went)
cant remember in which order the different
contacts were in. or remember how many or which type. ill just list some I
remember.
1- IA . immediate action drill. this is an
ambush. u walk on a trail or on a road or on the side of a hill. u can be shot
at from your right or left. you just
have to turn in the direction the bullets are coming from, and charge. simple
this one. just turn and charge. normally
starts with the commander shouting “ CONTACT LEFT, SECTION CHARGEEEEEEEE “ I think. forgot all.
2- Fire movement.- u get shot at. could be
from your left or right or front. enemy is not that close. any one can shout
out wad he saw, or knows anything about the enemy. than the commander takes
over.
you have to kill them enemy that shot at
you. so you have to get to them. simple
ya? to move, u try to stop the enemy
shooting at you.
this is the “ fire” part. some shoot at them to keep their heads down,
and the rest move forward a few meters, normally less than 4 seconds worth of
running. this is the “movement” part.
once this group runs, stops, gets to the
ground, they start shooting to keep the enemies heads down. the other group
than gets of their ass, and runs forwards, more than where you are. than they
get down and shoot.
than it’s the other groups turn.
Fire and Movement.
get to them and kill them.
3- Flanking- hmm. same as above I think. u
get shot at. pinned down cant move forward no cover. so place some men there
where u got shot at, maybe use a smoke, u take the rest of the chaps, crawl
backwards till u aint getting shot at, do a left or right. sneak along, get to
the bad guys, get rdy, throw something at them if u feel like it, than move in
fast and kill them. make sure your guys u left behind don’t shoot u when u do
this.
4- Anti Aircraft pea shoot ???- well, guess
when an enemy plane comes and see ppl on a road or open field, they would like
to shoot at you. so u shoot back at them and hope for the best. think the basis is shoot in front of the
plane and let it run into the bullets. don’t follow them. a wall of lead they
must fly into. that’s the general gist of it.
5- Arty Arty- guess when the shells come u
can hear them. so u run. run along the road ? run to the left or right?
wadever, just run to get outa the area. simple? well, run full pelt for over a
hundred meters. maybe to two. danger close is 200m. so this one simple. just
run. never understood this one. an arty strike gives many rounds I guess? and
the coverage pattern is large? no idea.
die die die
6- Quick ambush- well. u think some fukers
are following you. they wanna kill you. so after the next bend u pass, u get
off the road and get into the bush. u lie down. and when they pass you zap
them.
7- Planned ambush.
well. its planned lol. but for this part, we
stopped a while and the following officer gave a short and quick frag order.
which is a last min order, on top of what you were doing. I think.
so,
into the bush, approached the road where enemy walks or drives pass. u line
your men up. how far apart depends on what you will be shooting at. day time
ambush and not so thick veggie.
enemy walks pass. claymore goes off. sometimes
no claymores. no m203 too near lol. grenades’. and lots of 5.56mm. quick run to
the road. left and right security out. check for shit worth taking back to
higher ups. back into the bush. retreat. fuk off before more enemy comes.
8- Breaching of obstacles – well, u come to
a wire. con wire. single? well, gota get across right?
so
some one puts his weapon in front, lies down on the wire while the rest cross.
after that, some of the members help him get out of the wire. simple.
This falls under crossing of danger areas.
u put a left force out and a right force. main group crosses and the rest team
by team gets called across the road. or opening.
I think that’s about it for a section and
what we did on the course.
well. last contact done. told to clear arms
and off we went back to camp. not a care in the world. its over. fuk it.
4- the piss up.
at
the end of every batch of trainees, theres the after party. lol. not much to
say here. we drank. we puked. we spoke. same things you do at a party.
next afternoon was the passing out parade.
I think the fukers did it on purpose.
let u march by with a fuking hangover !!
cunts.
had a long chat with baluram. about war.
about training. about everything army related I guess. he and I finished up
more beers. lol. the chaps that did not drink were told to clean up hahahaha.
the guys that supported me on the competition were there too. we had a great
party.
well, those 4 points were the only high
light cum fun parts to me. the rest was like, normal shit. keep fit program.
Friday. the parade. and also our last day.
parade in the morning. lunch. than everyone will get their posting.
parade. I was called out. knn. I was school
2nd best trainee. simi lan.
oh well. a chap called wong kar weng was school best. more on him in later
stories. good man.
so walked out. saluted. hands out. got this
price. blab la.
lunch. cleaned bunks for the last time.
all went down for postings.
( Due to an old skating injury, I had a
small minor injury to my left wrist. small cut in it to remove a growth of some
cartilage. this was a day op at some hospital.)
most of the chaps were going to an infantry
unit. 4 SIR. based in the east, near
bedok. I was like, yaaaaa near home.
fuk. when I got my posting, it was for PTI
school. wtf? I don’t wanna be a fuking PTI ! really, wtf dude?
asked the trainers. fuk they cant do shit
about it. wtf????? which smart fuker in the school thinks I should be a PTI?
fuk did I not show u I belong with combat ppl, not fukin asking and teaching
people to be fit? fuking idiots.
really, wtf brains that some people have???
I fuking don’t belive it.
so. we all left that Friday. they all had 3
days off before reporting to the unit. I had fuk all. Monday nick, see u back
here in safti, but report to the School of Physical Training. fukin joke.
well, this is it for Sispec. next will be
on the PTI shit.
lol…
