Pick up or drop off?

ok. a short vid on the long q`s.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VPoFuqGxGu4

Joining 4 SIR

When I joined 4SIR after two weeks of doing fuk all in PTI school, the guys had all suffered. only two major things they did.   Trench clearing and Fighting On Fortified Objectives ( FOFO).

when I walked in to camp that morning, they were all out on. training their ass off. everyone was out. so I sat around doing fuk all whole day again. till they came back at about 4pm.

ok. a bit of what happens before I go on.

4SIR is an active unit. who ever comes will do their 2 or 2 and a half years here. As an officer, sergeant or men.

There are regulars too. they sign up of it. they could also be officers, sergeants or men.

we come in just to do our 2 ½ years as sergeants. just like there are officers that are there to do their remaining time after their OCS.

the men, well, they have no choice. they are MONO intake, which means to say after their BMT, they will come straight here to be men. they will come into 4SIR hitting the ground. they are just men, to make up the 6 men in the section.

every one will join the unit at different times in their NS life. officers would join after their traning which is many months long. so they might have only 8-10 months left.

future sergeants might join the unit and have 2 years left.

men will join with the whole road to go.

so there will be change of officers and maybe some sergeants during the whole “batch” of 4SIR.

the active regulars that sign on, well, they could be storemen, section leaders, platoon sergeants and CSM`s.

ok. back to when I got in.

I was at the CO HQ when they got back. I reported to Charlie company, according to my paper work. Alpha and Bravo was fully booked so I got chucked to Charlie.

lol!!! so many familiar faces when they de-bussed. fuk me many from my sispec platoon was here. almost. maybe 20 of them. there were a few faces that I remembered that were from other companies from sispec. hey ho no matter. good to see many people I know.

“ hey ang mor I thought u to become a PTI”

“ hey fuck face what u doing here? come to suffer with us?”

“ hahahaha u poor fuk come to join us”

another side note.

the battalion was in the lull stage.

in between being “active”. the last batch of men has just finished their time in active service. so we were the next batch of people training to be sergeants in the unit.

at this moment, some of the officers were into their last 3 months. some of the sergeant were into their last 4 months.

we joined the unit as corporals.  we were not full fledged sergeants YET !

each and every unit has their own way of doing things. the units SOP. we were to learn it all. every single thing.

the people that were gonna “ pass down the info” were the officers and sergeants and regulars. we were STILL trainees.

we would learn all there was to learn. than after a grand run, walk and carrying for 1 hour, we were to get our sergeant stripes. than were were ready to lead men…… not before.

so when I saw them that day, they had just finished clearing hills with trench’s, buildings, tunnels. shit like that.

At this moment, it was much more learning and not so much getting shouted at. learning the units way to do things. so it was not so bad. we were all training to be active unit sergeants.

mind you. there was not a lot of us. lets do a count.

ill call a Section Commander = SC

x03 SC to a platoon. Section 1,2,3

x01 SC to run the machine gun team.

total of x04 SC to a platoon.

total of x03 platoons to a company = x12 fighting sergeants.

total of x04 SC to company HQ for the 84 teams.

so a total of x16 brand new sergeants were under training.

see? told you not many of us. we were there to learn an SOP, not to get whacked.

we had I think a total of 4 weeks to learn before the arrival of the men.

we were to be ready to take the men.

we were to be with the men the whole time till we all left active service.

so. back to camp. I missed FOFO and trenching in the mud. not much of a lose hahahahahahaha. im sure ill be doing that very soon when the men comes.

I was placed to “run” Platoon 9, Section 2. my call sign is 33b.

and boy was I surprised with the commander of platoon 9 section 1. Wong Kar Weng. fuk me  !! lol !!! Sispec best. ))))

We already got along back than, and now same platoon? fuking great. I knew we were going to be good buddies. we became just that. more later.

so we trained and learned. all the units SOP`s.

-river crossing.

-getting on and off a helicopter.

-getting on and off some stupid boat thing that took us across water.

-heliborne ops.

-fire movment.

-trench clearing.

-how to wear our headgear.

-ambush.

-how to walk over long distance.

fuk. Basically all we learned in sispec. the whole lot. but this time, with lots of questions and answers from the units commanders. they taught us well.

we ended this party with a full day of running, walking, climbing and helping each other.

we lined up in the hall, to attention and our OC ( officer commanding) walked, passed us our new sergeants stripes. that’s it. we were part of the 4SIR family now. no fireworks. no fuk all. just one massive piss up in the Non-Coms mess. boy we drank a lot.

ok. time to fuk off. come Monday, we were to go pick up our new men from commando jetty. This is the only way to get to the island of tekong in those days. we were to to in the 3 tonners, pick the whole lot up, head back to camp and divide them up.

Monday. got there at 9am. lined up the trucks down the road. gonna be a busy day getting all the men back to camp.lucky bedok camp is pretty near that jetty.

the instructors from the island were there to prepare the men for us to collect. they were all divided up nicely. in platoon level.

we were to get, each platoon, total of around 20 cattle.

we got our company’s quota. lol.   herded them up the trucks and we headed back to camp. each of them had their own look.

“ fuk, whats a unit like?”

“hmmmmm”

I guess they all had different thoughts going through their minds.

got off the trucks in front of the company line. whole lot of men. sorted them out into groups. we sergeants just waited. now its up to the officers. they pick. not us.

as and when  sections were sorted out, each SC brought their men to their bunks. the company line got less and less crowded. by lunch time, all sorted. full company strength. all done.

so that how we trained to be sergeants in 4SIR.  how we got our men. shit like that.

next story, 4SIR !!!

PTI, a joke of.

PTI.

wtf am I doing here? lol.

as ive mentioned, I had an injury to my hand.

ok. the rest got it bad. they all went to infantry active unit. here I am ))))). holiday camp. only thing I had to do is be fit. lol. very fit.

after this school, ill be a PTI. ill get posted to some unit I guess. there will be a senior pti in every camp and I would most likely be his 2^nd or 3^rd incharge.

or I might be posted to some school. oh well. no matter. PTI just shout, open fist, close fist and every runs.

u r god. and your minions are all those before you !! MUHHHAHAHAhahahahahaha !

well, so everyday I reported back to safti. jurong. fuking long bus ride.

I was there two weeks.  did fuk all.

after two weeks, they decided they do not want me.

fuking twats. my old injury does not allow me to be a PTI. fuk knows why. they decided that I was still combat fit

hence they decided to sent me to where a lot of my fellow trainees in SISPEC went to … 4 SIR.

after two weeks I joined them assholes in BEDOK camp, home of the 4^th Singapore Infantry Regiment.

lol. fuking messy.

thus ends my short stint in School Of Physical Training.

SISPEC

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, 2^nd 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 2^nd 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 2^nd 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…