Me and my taskings
All in all, there are 4 things that we do in camp.
Eat, sleep, play and off.
Eat.
After the morning PT, there will be breakfast. Usually it will be nasi lemak, chicken wings and sugar drinks. 2 hours later, it'll be lunch at the cookhouse. 2 hours later, it will be another canteen break. The place is basically breeding gluttons like me.
Sleep.
Usually after the above mentioned. 1 hour or so and feeling ridiculously tired. Tousled hair and you don't feel a thing at your limbs.
Play.
It could be soccer, basketball, badminton, squash, table tennis, swimming or even frisbee. After work that is.
Off.
That is a day's off or half day off after duty or after exceeding working hours or going for overseas exercise or public holidays. It's the subject of jealousy.
So I wonder most of the time what do in camp.
There was one memorable incident though.
Yesterday on duty, and not very long after I scored a decisive goal in a soccer game at the basketball court, the duty personnel were activated.
Apparently, some ship got their propellors entangled by fuel lines and got stuck in the sea. The time was 8pm when we watched in our duty vehicle watching the tow boat slowing towing the Patrol Vessel slowly back to Tuas Naval Base. The feeling of changing into wet suit triggered a thought of another night when some guy drowned at East Coast Park.
Only that night, we were activated early in the morning. 4 a.m we reached ECP and all that police lights were dim and irritating simultaneously. We could see different scattered groups of people at the beach waiting for our arrival. We got the news that the family members of the missing person were upset that it took 4 hours for us to arrive after the case was reported.
What to do. The bloody vehicle's max speed was 50 and our camp's at Sembawang. And of course the various fuck ups of the whole administration and their operations, we were told to leave at 2 plus.
After several surveys of the dark waters of ECP, staring sheepishly into the water hoping to see something floating, tired and cold at the same time, the thought of going back to camp next afternoon and seeing the body itself gives me the creeps.
It was a 13 year old boy who fell down the waterbreaker, probably hit himself and drowned. His arms criss-crossed like a 'X' and he was turgid. Lifeless. But no signs of putrefaction less some sand and water seeping out from his nose and ears when placed on the ground.
In the end, we did not even need to dive. He was found in the shallow waters, say knee level. I felt his jeans brushing against me and he was really HARD.Erm. Stunned for a while and didn't know what to do for a second. It was like hitting the jackpot.
'Confirm bo?' and that shit. So I grabbed his legs and we carried him to the shore. His friends who came together with him at a birthday party were all crying uncontrollably and calling his name.
We left that place soon enough to reach camp at 7 .I was just glad that at least the body was still in fine shape, a decomposed one will surely be salt on the wound for the parents. Not much feelings for that dude either. It was just like another tasking. Nothing much and just a very good experience. So much for NS life and a lousy written recap of the incident.
Please let your kids learn swimming cos drowning is pretty ugly.
Eat, sleep, play and off.
Eat.
After the morning PT, there will be breakfast. Usually it will be nasi lemak, chicken wings and sugar drinks. 2 hours later, it'll be lunch at the cookhouse. 2 hours later, it will be another canteen break. The place is basically breeding gluttons like me.
Sleep.
Usually after the above mentioned. 1 hour or so and feeling ridiculously tired. Tousled hair and you don't feel a thing at your limbs.
Play.
It could be soccer, basketball, badminton, squash, table tennis, swimming or even frisbee. After work that is.
Off.
That is a day's off or half day off after duty or after exceeding working hours or going for overseas exercise or public holidays. It's the subject of jealousy.
So I wonder most of the time what do in camp.
There was one memorable incident though.
Yesterday on duty, and not very long after I scored a decisive goal in a soccer game at the basketball court, the duty personnel were activated.
Apparently, some ship got their propellors entangled by fuel lines and got stuck in the sea. The time was 8pm when we watched in our duty vehicle watching the tow boat slowing towing the Patrol Vessel slowly back to Tuas Naval Base. The feeling of changing into wet suit triggered a thought of another night when some guy drowned at East Coast Park.
Only that night, we were activated early in the morning. 4 a.m we reached ECP and all that police lights were dim and irritating simultaneously. We could see different scattered groups of people at the beach waiting for our arrival. We got the news that the family members of the missing person were upset that it took 4 hours for us to arrive after the case was reported.
What to do. The bloody vehicle's max speed was 50 and our camp's at Sembawang. And of course the various fuck ups of the whole administration and their operations, we were told to leave at 2 plus.
After several surveys of the dark waters of ECP, staring sheepishly into the water hoping to see something floating, tired and cold at the same time, the thought of going back to camp next afternoon and seeing the body itself gives me the creeps.
It was a 13 year old boy who fell down the waterbreaker, probably hit himself and drowned. His arms criss-crossed like a 'X' and he was turgid. Lifeless. But no signs of putrefaction less some sand and water seeping out from his nose and ears when placed on the ground.
In the end, we did not even need to dive. He was found in the shallow waters, say knee level. I felt his jeans brushing against me and he was really HARD.Erm. Stunned for a while and didn't know what to do for a second. It was like hitting the jackpot.
'Confirm bo?' and that shit. So I grabbed his legs and we carried him to the shore. His friends who came together with him at a birthday party were all crying uncontrollably and calling his name.
We left that place soon enough to reach camp at 7 .I was just glad that at least the body was still in fine shape, a decomposed one will surely be salt on the wound for the parents. Not much feelings for that dude either. It was just like another tasking. Nothing much and just a very good experience. So much for NS life and a lousy written recap of the incident.
Please let your kids learn swimming cos drowning is pretty ugly.
posted by jingli K at 11:00 AM
3 Comments:
I better dun go near water....
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Oh man i cant imagine a dead corpse floating pass me or even brushing by me...
This is simply tooooo scary 2b true pal. *shivers*
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