28 January was a very busy and eventful day for me. If our principal had not decided 28 January to be a day off for us, I would have passed a 'what should be' a very interesting day in school. I am extremely lucky that the 28 was a day off.
What could be so interesting, you may ask. But if you asked that, you are dumb. The title of this post has already given you a large clue. Some may wonder why a thirteen year old brat would go for NS enlistment. Actually, it was my brother who was enlisting for NS. Anyway I hope you know what NS is in the first place.
First, I will briefly introduce my brother. He is 18 years old, was ever in Victoria Integrated Programme, studied in VJC and is currently waiting for his A level results. I think he is constantly having nightmares about it. Anyway, he has flat feet, which means his sole is flat, and not arched. Thus he has trouble running. He downgraded to PES C, and -I am not sure if he is telling the truth- he is not allowed to run. He will have to be a clerk or a similar post. His training is slack, and I think he will be more fit at home. Well, the army must be scared after so many deaths of soldiers while training.
Every recruit is allowed five guests to follow him for enlistment. My parents and I became the guest. Firstly, we went to Pasir Ris bus interchange and queued up for the bus to the SAF ferry terminal. The queue was very long, stretching along the walkway of the interchange. We boarded the bus provided by the army and alighted at the SAF ferry terminal. We had to show or identification cards before boarding the ferry.
After about ten minutes of wait and ten minutes of travelling, we reached Pulau Tekong! There were posters of Basic Military Training(BMT) and NS, most of them are fancy phrases about BMT. There, the recruits seperated from their guests. The guests boarded the busses, waiting for the tour to start. We waited long. On the bus, two uniformed men, all I can remember was that one was a Third Sergent, became our tour guide and showed us around in the bus, explaining the facilites at the same time. After about five minutes, we got down to view the inner parts of the school. We waited so long and we spent only five minutes in the bus!
There are two schools there. My brother is in school 2. School 2 has fewer companies than school 1. We saw the bedroom. The beds were small, but better than I expected. There were only fans. Then we were brought to an airconditioned room. There were sofas and board games, magazines and more. The Third Sergent said that soldiers could relax there when they had time or were free... Most of us laughed when we heard that. How could they have free time?
After that, we were briefed about important things, then what the recruits will receive. We watched Mr Bean while waiting for the talk. After that, we watched a show 'the army experience' or something like that, I cannot remember too clearly. We were briefed even more. Then, we witnessed the oath taking of the recruits.
After that, we had lunch. We tried the army food. We had chicken rice and an apple. I thought that it was quite ordinary. Without warning, the recruits were called, and -I do not know if fall in could be used for this- stood in rows. We watched them. After refraining from taking pictures, because we thought that taking pictures was not allowed, I tried to take a photograph. Many were taking too. A tree blocked my view of my brother... I got blurred, tiny, pictures of him.


Pictures of my brother standing...
Blur picture in the ferry.
Anyway, we took a ferry back right after that. The bus brought us to the Pasir Ris MRT station. Since I was there, I decided to go to Ehub for the class outing. In the end, they were finishing their last game. I had never bowled before anyway, so I was spared of embarrasing myself. I just talked for a while.
Bryan took a ride with us back. After dropping him at his house, we went to the library to find books for RSP research. I could not find good books. Then finally, we went home...
A whole day out, sounds tiring isn't it. Well, it is. I hope that I will survive NS next time. Five years time... I will look forward to it.



