The writer reminds us that today’s peace rests on the sacrifices of all races who defended our sovereignty. — Pixabay
As Malaysia continues its journey – having marked its 68th National Day this year – I feel compelled to share snippets from my military training days in PALAPES (Pasukan Latihan Pegawai Simpanan) back in the early 90s.
A gentle reminder to those who stir discord by questioning each other’s patriotism; the peace and comfort we enjoy today came from the sacrifices of our brothers and sisters of all races who stood at the frontline to protect our sovereignty.
The least we can do is to honour their efforts by showing compassion towards each other.
Bath
Jeli, Kelantan. In war, personal hygiene often took a back seat. Platoon B established posts on a small hill for the "defence" exercise. Over two weeks of intense bombings, PL (platoon leader) ordered all personnel to be on high-level alertness.
Access to the nearby stream for bathing was sealed to minimise troop exposure to potential risks. Only a quick wash-up was permitted within the respective bunkers. In this scenario, the platoon sergeant promptly developed and implemented a structured plan for rationing water, food and ammunition.
The effects of "mandi kering" (dry bath) were harsh, starting with an itchy, heated scalp (akin to multiple ant bites) to the discomfort of sweaty and sticky skin. Right after, insomnia, anxiety and dizziness kicked in simultaneously.
The continuing bombings and unforgiving mosquito bites pushed the ordeal up a few notches. The episode, though torturous, provided a valuable lesson in maintaining a cool-head during pressing situations.
Ambush
Section B guarded the rear while two sentries watched from hidden viewpoints. Time is ticking, second seems like hours.
Everything stood still as any sound could alert the "bandits".
Excitement built up suddenly when movement was spotted in the bush, it turned out to be nocturnal animals hunting for food. Meanwhile, mosquitoes and unknown insects were swamping at us in full force. The camouflage face makeup failed to prevent the legendary stings.
Having no options, I wrapped an oil-soaked cloth (for weapon cleaning) over my head. The cloth managed to ward them off despite the foul smell.
For the record, clashes with the "bandits" only happened at the first light the next day, after over 10 hours on guard.
Do not believe in movie scenes showing snipers at ease on an ambush mission. It took more than anything to stay focused in battlefield.
