{"id":12181,"date":"2018-01-11T15:54:27","date_gmt":"2018-01-11T07:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/blog\/?p=12181"},"modified":"2018-01-11T15:54:27","modified_gmt":"2018-01-11T07:54:27","slug":"national-service","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.visakanv.com\/archives\/2018\/01\/11\/national-service\/","title":{"rendered":"My National Service Experience"},"content":{"rendered":"

Wrote this a few years ago. While I was still in NS. Around Dec 2011.<\/em><\/p>\n

I still remember when I went for my medical check-up a few months before I enlisted for NS. I struck up some casual conversation with the guy beside me, and we got along really well. We spent several hours together, doing test after test. We\u2019d have lunch together later on at a nearby hawker center. We exchanged emails, and he\u2019s on my MSN list somewhere- but I can\u2019t remember who exactly he is, now. After all, we only interacted at a superficial level for the briefest of moments.<\/p>\n

But we had totally clicked. It would have been highly likely that we would have enlisted at the same time, perhaps in the same batch. A bizzare twist led to me being suspected of having some strange disease. (I don\u2019t have it.) As a result, I enlisted in a completely different batch, and lost touch with him completely.<\/p>\n

Over at Tekong, I met a most eclectic mix of people, including a couple of guys that I’m still in touch with because we have mutual friends. But we only spent 5 days together, and we never did much apart from attend lectures and eat meals together. We did have some fun, and I remember a couple of poignant moments smoking with one of them in the wee hours of the morning\u2026 but after 5 days, we parted ways. We became \u201cHi, how are you doing, how\u2019s everything been, what unit are you posted to, how\u2019s NS been treating ya, can\u2019t wait to ORD man, okay take care, gotta go!\u201d friends.<\/p>\n

Then I got posted to my unit. I was to be a storeman at Hendon camp. There I got to mix with some people who I would never typically encounter in my regular social circles. Initially, they seemed a bit cold and distant, but after a while they warmed up to me.<\/p>\n

I especially enjoyed getting to know the regulars, many who were well-adjusted, competent and decisive older men who I grew to admire deeply. I liked pretty much all of them- they were fit, confident and they knew how to get shit done. There were many women, too- the parachute riggers- all of whom were pleasant to interact with. Most of them were heavy smokers!<\/p>\n

I remember some funny moments, some ridiculous moments getting scolded unnecessarily by our grumpy superior, lots of waiting, lots of sitting around- sometimes in listless boredom, sometimes in wistful, meditative states.<\/p>\n

I mostly saw my colleagues as people I co-existed with- I was a little bit closer to the guys I\u2019d smoke with. None of us ever had particularly deep conversations- it was jokes, complaints, the usual stuff between colleagues, I suppose. We did get closer after we had drinks and a barbecue at someone\u2019s place- we saw each other as people who were more than the roles we played in camp every day.<\/p>\n

Out of the blue, I had my vocation changed for me because of some administrative stuff, and I found myself shipped off to another side of camp. I had to clear out my cupboard without any warning, and ended up leaving a few things behind. I never really got to say goodbye to the guys who ORD-ed before me- one of them does talk to me on Facebook from time to time, about little nothings.<\/p>\n

Before I knew it, I found myself uprooted and moved to a new environment- new office, with new storerooms and a whole new range of items to worry about. I clicked quite well with the guys, who were a little more educated- one guy played guitar, a couple of them smoked occasionally. I remember commiserating with one guy about his girlfriend problems. We had some funny moments, and we bonded over work and bumming around together. I knew I wasn\u2019t supposed to stay there long, though- I was only supposed to be there until my signals course came around.<\/p>\n

I packed up everything I had and went to the faraway Stagmont camp, where I met a whole new bunch of guys. I befriended several of them quickly. Many of them were fresh enlistees who just completed their BMT. The sergeant in charge of us was going to ORD really soon and he was as light on his feet as you would expect such a man to be. We had lunch together, went to our bunks, made our beds. I flipped through the manuals, finding them quite interesting!<\/p>\n

I got to know the smokers, as\u00a0usual.\u00a0One of them had an incredibly thick foreigner\u2019s accent. Just as I was just getting a little comfortable, I received news that I was to report back to my previous unit- I could not do my Signals course without having done at least a PES C BMT- and I had only done The PES E \u201cResidential Induction\u201d course. So I went back to Hendon. It was drizzling heavily as I left, lugging my large black bag with me. I caught a cold and started sneezing as I found myself lost in the rain in the middle of nowhere on the opposite end of the island.<\/p>\n

I spent a few more weeks with my buddies at the signal office before the notice came around. I was to go for basic military training- the proper one, which I had been denied the opportunity to experience earlier. I headed over to the SAF Ferry Terminal with the big black bag they had issued me when I first enlisted, my uniforms, some clothes and supplies. I hadn\u2019t, after all, been issued a field pack, helmet or load-bearing vest, being certified unfit for combat.<\/p>\n

I chatted with another guy who I met at the bus stop, and before long we accumulated an entire posse of recourse soldiers. We spent several hours talking about life in our previous units, shared some laughs on the ferry ride to Pulau Tekong, and found ourselves sitting around with more waiting. Some of us sneaked off to a smoking corner at some company I don\u2019t remember (we hadn\u2019t yet known which we were going to be posted to).<\/p>\n

As I began to get to know them, I received- you guessed it- word that I was to return back to my previous unit, because I lacked the items that I wasn\u2019t issued, and I would have to get them from my previous unit instead. I clearly remember thinking- man, I was looking to have some serious fun with those guys. I was pretty sure that some of us would have become really good friends. It wasn\u2019t meant to be.<\/p>\n

I wouldn\u2019t recognize any of them if I saw them today.<\/p>\n

Finally, after lingering around for another couple of months at my office at Hendon, I found that I was to be posted for yet another BMT Recourse- for real this time. Amusingly, I had a dental appointment on reporting day. I seriously contemplated trying to get out of BMT again- I was thinking about how I\u2019d have to miss Paramore\u2019s 2nd concert in Singapore, and my girlfriend\u2019s 21st birthday. But I decided that I was going to “man up” and confront my circumstances.<\/p>\n

I went to Tekong after my dental appointment, chucking together what equipment I had (barely 50% of what was required!) just an hour before heading there. My section comprised entirely of recourse soldiers- the only recourse folk in the entire company. We would go on to have a heck of a ride- challenging, fun, tough, meaningful. I have so many wonderful memories and I\u2019ve become good friends with many of my buddies, and we chat regularly on Facebook. We\u2019re definitely going to meet up in the future for drinks and whatnot. (Update: Nope, didn’t happen. We went our separate ways.)<\/p>\n

After I completed my BMT, I returned to Hendon to find two of my favourite colleagues missing- they had completed their service while I was busy doing pushups and firing rifles on an off-shore island. I couldn\u2019t make it for their farewell dinners. I imagine we\u2019d have a chat if we bumped into each other in the future. But before I could get much closer to the new guys- within a week, actually, I found myself posted back to Signals. Again.<\/p>\n

Now I\u2019ve begun my Signals course, and to my pleasant surprise I encountered 3 of my platoon mates from BMT. I also bumped into a fellow local musician, a junior of mine from secondary school, and a guy who helps out at the coffeeshop that I hang out at all the time. It\u2019s been a week, and already we are starting to click. Already I can sense that we\u2019re going to have some pretty hilarious memories. And we\u2019re just a random bunch of guys, really. There\u2019s a half Japanese guy in my bunk, and a cell group leader. Quite the motley crew. We\u2019re going to have lots of fun, and then we\u2019re going to take a picture for memory\u2019s sake, and then go our separate ways.<\/p>\n

Somewhere along the line, it hit me: That\u2019s how it all\u00a0works.\u00a0All of this is incredibly random. The randomness of it all isn\u2019t so immediately obvious if you\u2019ve had a fairly straightforward path in life, because then your illusions of fate, soulmates and BFFs or what-have-you might not be challenged.<\/p>\n

But if you hop schools, travel around or seek some other form of breadth of experience, you\u2019ll learn a simple truth- people everywhere are pretty much the same on the inside, and pretty much everyone\u2019s capable of having meaningful relationships with others. (There are always exceptions, of course, but that\u2019s beyond the scope of this particular piece.) BMT will be memorable regardless of who the guys are around you- as long as you go through the experiences together. That\u2019s what counts.<\/p>\n

Everything is incredibly fleeting, fragile, improbable.\u00a0\u00a0All our relationships, everything we value. That we exist at all. We never realise it most of the time. The stranger who passed by you on the street earlier could have been your best friend, if only something happened just slightly differently. People come and go. All we can do is appreciate the light while it lasts. It might not seem like much, but most of us never even do that- indifferently assuming that our lives are somehow stable, our relationships meant to be. We couldn\u2019t be further from the truth.<\/p>\n

The universe is dripping with possibility, and that makes every single interaction an incredibly precious opportunity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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