The Day of the Tonner.
I spent the enitre day today as a Vehicular Commander. To all you peeps who do not have any idea on army matters, a Vehicular Commander (or V-Com) is someone who sits with the driver in the front compartment of the 5 - Tonner, and is responsible for the safety and correct handling of the vehicle by the driver.
I volunteered to be one after countless pleads from my friends. And there i went, spending about the entire day traveling from Nee Soon Camp to Pasir Lebar Camp, and back, twice. Had a good chat with Chuanyi, nearly falling asleep due to nice cool breeze of the aircon. =)
Then in the afternoon, i tagged along with Ezekiel's tonner. (Yay! I love traveling with Eze! There's free food!) And the whole idea for a V-Com to keep his driver awake is to constantly hold noisy conversations with him. It's good training for those who don’t usually talk, coz you'll try to find something to talk about, no matter how introverted you may be. So we talked about the usual stuff - God, church, friends, our love life (or the apparent lack of it), and all the other nonsense that we can think of....
And then it started to drizzle! Yay! I looked silly smiling to my self, as my driver can testify.
But that's not the point.
People say that being a V-Com is boring job; there's nothing you can do but just talking and staring into space. I beg to differ. I enjoyed the view, as we zoomed past the heartlands and into the city. Even as we talked up a storm and laughed about almost everything under the sun, there was this moment when I was simply quiet. It's not that I've ran out of topics, but rather, thought begun to flow into my mind.
Strange eh? It only happens when I'm still and quiet, then thoughts that somehow seem to be embedded deep down in me would often surface. Perhaps that's the reason why sometimes I should really just... stop doing so many things! And just keep quiet....
Anyway that's when Eze wanted to play this game (well, it's not exactly a game...). He'll read out names of certain individuals of our platoon, and I must tell him what the first word that comes to my mind is. It was simply hilarious. Dahua generated the words "Little boy", and Jacky became "Reservist".
That was the moment when I really slowed down and kept real quiet. What would people think when they hear the name "Dominic"?
Nice guy? Irritant? Tyrant? Efficient? Soldier?
A Christian?
Have I really lived a life that shows Christ? I know I've been very weak in the evangelism part, and that's really where I'm asking God to show me the real conditions of the hearts of my friends, beyond the smiling faces I know hides a heart that is broken and without hope. I don't want to be remembered for all my antics; I don't want to be remember as "Wah Dom ah, that war freak/history freak?". No way.
I want to be remembered as someone who walked humbly before His God, who dedicated his entire life to the service of Jesus. Actually, it would be nice that when I fade into eternity, marked on my tomb stone will just be the words,
Dominic Ng
1984 - ????
A Christian
I don't really care if people would remember me for what I can do, or what I have done. Many men down the centuries have sought to carve out their names into immortality on the parchment of time. But I'll always remember the words that Jason Upton said,
"Those who build kingdoms and establish thrones; heaven does not know their names..."
So on a rainy tonner-ride back to camp, I sat there staring at the passing view of HDBs and factories, and I said a little prayer for myself.
I want to be part of a Nameless, faceless, generation, like my forebears who gave their lives for Christ's Kingdom.
I'm sure they're feasting and singing in somewhere heavenly...
... and I'm looking forward to joining them. =)












