funny outfield/training
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I remember seeing another thread like this a long time ago.... but I can't seem to find it. I had a lot of fun reading through the thread.
So anyway, let's all share our funny experiences during training. Outfield, in particular.
Let me start......
1. BMT outfield:
i. My batch was the first (and the last, if I'm not wrong) to do 10 days straight of outfield. It hardly rained when we were in camp, but we got 8 days of Cat 1 in the jungle. Needless to say, nearly half the company came down with flu by the end of the outfield. Yours truly included.
ii. One night our harbouring area got invaded by wild boars. 'Sergeant! Wild boar! Wild Boar at Platoon 2!!!!' could be heard in one section of the campsite. After chasing them away, the specs returned to their area. Then, a few minutes later.....
'Sergeant! Wild boar at Platoon 4!!!!'
Then.....
'Sergeant! Wild boar at Platoon 1!!!'
Since the safety of the recruits was paramount, they decided to let us sleep in the training shed that night.
2. Thailand:
I was digging my shellscrape in the soft, sandy ground. I was feeling really tired at that point in time. I was mechanically whacking my ET tool into the ground. I was so tired when suddenly..... wham! I whacked my ET blade straight into my shin.
When I examined the wound, I realised that blood was gushing out. Somehow I could still retrieve an FAD from my medical orderly pouch (I was the company medic), apply it to my shin and walk down to my Battalion Casualty Station without aid.
You should have seen the look on my MO's face when he examined the wound... priceless. -
wah. you could have lost your leg! and you consider that funny??!Originally posted by fudgester:2. Thailand:
I was digging my shellscrape in the soft, sandy ground. I was feeling really tired at that point in time. I was mechanically whacking my ET tool into the ground. I was so tired when suddenly..... wham! I whacked my ET blade straight into my shin.
When I examined the wound, I realised that blood was gushing out. Somehow I could still retrieve an FAD from my medical orderly pouch (I was the company medic), apply it to my shin and walk down to my Battalion Casualty Station without aid.
You should have seen the look on my MO's face when he examined the wound... priceless. 
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Fortunately for my leg (but not my blistered hands) I forgot to sharpen my ET blade, so it was pretty blunt. I amazingly felt little pain as well. My MO explained that I had what is called a 'burst' wound. The ET blade had destroyed the nerve endings around the wound. That's why I felt little pain.Originally posted by wuming78:wah. you could have lost your leg! and you consider that funny??!
Anyway, the rest of you... share stories leh! -
do u still hav feelings in your leg now?
*crooc take pin to poke poke* -
hm... cant really remember funny incidents during outfield training. only remember the moon, the mosquitoes and the mud, and not to forget the sun, the sweat, the sand, the siong-ness, the smelly and sticky uniform, and the ever-untimely rain...
sounds negative huh? but these were what made them memorable! how i wish to relive them again... although im a regular, i don't have much chance to do all that now. -
Ok.... let's widen the scope.... doesn't have to be outfield only.
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i think the only time where all of my platoon wear their poncho is during field camp when it rains.
we end up looking like lord of the rings characters.
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funny...hmm...one incident i recalled was when my Bn was doing our BDE prof test, as the TAG platoon we were marshalling in the birds as usual, all went well till in typical SNAFU fashion, there was a chinook coming in with a MB jeep in a stick and wave not supposed to be on...god noes how in the world they bumped that flight in, but it was already 10pm, whereby the aread was pitch dark, the birds were using NVGs on IR Mode.
So when my marshaller was marshalling in the bird, he didnt judge the jeep height from the ground and gave the command to cut load...and the jeep dropped i think 3m ......my marshaller and i went..."HOLY SXXT !!! as the load was a 120 MM MB jeep with simulated rnds.amazingly the MB was still in one piece and could drive ....god knows what absorbed the impact...
2nd incident also within the same prof test, i was planting my men for my defence mission where 3 wild boars appeared at the rear of me and my runner...we walked away to avoid them and the followed, only for them to charge at us.So we ran and ran from 1 end of the defence line to the other end where we saw a puddle of muddy brackish water, and to hell with smell ..we jumped in ..and 1 of the boar jumped in and drowned
the funny thing was my whole platoon saw me and my runner running dame fast haha...3rd mission already..tired, and we were carrying our 900 series radios along with our SBOs ...and we still RAN ... -
sorry dup
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agreed... these are what make memories preciousOriginally posted by wuming78:hm... cant really remember funny incidents during outfield training. only remember the moon, the mosquitoes and the mud, and not to forget the sun, the sweat, the sand, the siong-ness, the smelly and sticky uniform, and the ever-untimely rain...
sounds negative huh? but these were what made them memorable! how i wish to relive them again... although im a regular, i don't have much chance to do all that now. -
Company mission exercise, Mandai:
Before setting off for night walk I asked my OC runner what the expected distance to the objective was. He said, '5 to 7km'. I was pretty happy about it.... as medic my load was v.heavy though still pretty ok compared to the 84 teams....
Anyway, I dunno what on earth happened.... walked almost non-stop the whole night.... The whole company hor-lan-ded like crazy....
Instead of 5 to 7km, we ended up walking 15 to 16 km.
I could still remember the abrasions on my groin, thighs and shoulders. Some unlucky dudes had nipple abrasion. No kidding.
Yeowch.... I was walking open-legged like a cowboy the next day....... -
Guess it's no harm revealing the following since they happened many moons ago & my unit's already stood down.
My reservist recce group got a lot of autonomy to move around &, once night training were concluded, the 4 battery-line Land Rovers (& the RSM vehicle) used to individually sneak out for baths, coffee-shop supper & - if the deployment grounds are poor - find a secluded spot to retire for the night. Our favorite haunt for the latter was at Yishun Sports Stadium, a deserted place after midnight. We usually parked against a wall or pillar behind, stored the M16s "furthest inside" possible (usually under our fullpacks), rolled down/secured the back flaps, locked the vehicle doors, & then slept on ponchos alongside. Not very tactical at all, but the mentality was we're all light sleepers & would anyway be awake by 5:30am to drive back for stand-to. Sometimes a couple of us would stay up late to talk cock, & thus act as indirect sentries too.
FWIW No trouble at all doing this through the years, but for 2 instances when it caused some mirth. Once was when we spent the night thus along the long stretch of Lim Chu Kang Road, with most of us "kooning" on the footpath - except for a signaller in the back of the Land Rover ... & the driver who, during the middle of the night, climbed to sleep on top of it (with legs over the windscreen). There's the normal engine roar of the cars/trucks that occasionally zoomed past, but all of us to wake up when we sensed someone stopping. Turned out to be a police patrol; they said they respected being out of the SAF jurisdiction but advised us to rein in our driver's blatancy. Bit embarassing for my officer then, though we later looked back & laughed over the affair.
The other incident took place in ROC. Same "SOP": 10km+ drive back to bath, too late for supper & looking for cleaner places to sleep. The 1st night was at an unfinished condo block where we informed (& bribed with combat rats) their guardpost, so no harm done. The 2nd night ended up more improvisory, cuz it was a small village &, noting the ulu environs, we chose to park in a small lane & grab about 4 hours' rest.
Quite dumb to admit this, but up to then it somehow escaped all of my recce group that we were in a foreign country! As chided by my fellow recce mates (when told what we did), all our standard precautions were a false sense of security - we could've been easily ambushed by delinquents, let alone secret-society thugs (which Taiwan still has a lot of) or, worse yet, the media if they spotted a scoop & played up our "chin-chye" discipline.
All quite true - & we made sure to sleep in with the rest of the unit thereafter -though in reality nothing really happened that night. There were some wild dogs on the loose but they didn't come near; what did wake us up was, I recall, a middle-aged woman nosily opening her shutters nearby to get to her van. She looked at us in stunned silence, before turning away as if to mind her business, but smiled when we caught her eye again with our greetings. It was already 1st light anyway - the sun rises at 5am over there. But, out of civility, we couldn't urinate/defecate anywhere & had to find a convenient Mom-&-Pop eating house to do our morning business. The one place we chose loved our spending breakfast money with them - there were 7 of us - but must've been befuddled at the sight of us, one-by-one, using its toilet! -
nice post... those were the days...
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ATEC, Thailand:
My whole battalion was moving out to the objective in the dead of the night. There was no moonlight. it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand if you stuck it out. Under these conditions it was no surprise that some poor chap stepped into a huge pothole by the side of the road. He twisted his ankle.
"Oww.... my leg..... Medic!!!!!"
By pure coincidence I was only about 15 to 20 metres behind the guy. I ran towards him to offer assistance. However, it was so dark that I also stepped into the hole.
SPLAT!
However, I was all right. I proceeded to assess the guy.
As I was doing so, my MO 2I/C came running. He didn't see the hole. Luckily, I managed to shout at him in time. "Dr ***!!! STOP!!!!"
He stopped right by the edge of the hole. He then proceeded to help me.
As we were doing so, my encik walked towards us in a huff.
"WTF!?!?!?! WHY SO NOISY!?!?! WHAT THE **** IS GOING - "
SPLAT!
He stepped into the hole. -
ok .. that was funnyOriginally posted by fudgester:ATEC, Thailand:
My whole battalion was moving out to the objective in the dead of the night. There was no moonlight. it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand if you stuck it out. Under these conditions it was no surprise that some poor chap stepped into a huge pothole by the side of the road. He twisted his ankle.
"Oww.... my leg..... Medic!!!!!"
By pure coincidence I was only about 15 to 20 metres behind the guy. I ran towards him to offer assistance. However, it was so dark that I also stepped into the hole.
SPLAT!
However, I was all right. I proceeded to assess the guy.
As I was doing so, my MO 2I/C came running. He didn't see the hole. Luckily, I managed to shout at him in time. "Dr ***!!! STOP!!!!"
He stopped right by the edge of the hole. He then proceeded to help me.
As we were doing so, my encik walked towards us in a huff.
"WTF!?!?!?! WHY SO NOISY!?!?! WHAT THE **** IS GOING - "
SPLAT!
He stepped into the hole. -
quite unlucky I'd say...Originally posted by fudgester:ATEC, Thailand
luckily ur OC nv come and ask "Encik, u okie ornot?" -
Nah, my encik is a big boy already..... he can take care of himself!Originally posted by Kaczynski:quite unlucky I'd say...
luckily ur OC nv come and ask "Encik, u okie ornot?" -
the CRT team didnt move out before the main body to mark out all these danger areas and eyeball the objective?Originally posted by fudgester:ATEC, Thailand:
My whole battalion was moving out to the objective in the dead of the night. There was no moonlight. it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand if you stuck it out. Under these conditions it was no surprise that some poor chap stepped into a huge pothole by the side of the road. He twisted his ankle.
"Oww.... my leg..... Medic!!!!!"
By pure coincidence I was only about 15 to 20 metres behind the guy. I ran towards him to offer assistance. However, it was so dark that I also stepped into the hole.
SPLAT!
However, I was all right. I proceeded to assess the guy.
As I was doing so, my MO 2I/C came running. He didn't see the hole. Luckily, I managed to shout at him in time. "Dr ***!!! STOP!!!!"
He stopped right by the edge of the hole. He then proceeded to help me.
As we were doing so, my encik walked towards us in a huff.
"WTF!?!?!?! WHY SO NOISY!?!?! WHAT THE **** IS GOING - "
SPLAT!
He stepped into the hole. -
Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little when I said huge.... The pothole was about the size of the average dining room table.....Originally posted by wuming78:the CRT team didnt move out before the main body to mark out all these danger areas and eyeball the objective?
All the parties involved in the above incident ( the rifleman, myself, my MO and my encik) did not spot the pothole. Chances are that the CRT didn't spot it either. -
ATEC, Thailand (again)
1. First mission. Deliberate attack.
Prior to the mission, my MO were briefing all the medics from all the companies. He told us to expect a total of 20 to 30 casualties from the whole battalion, which translates to about 5 or 6 from each company.
However, things didn't go as expected, of course.
We got a total of 144 casualties. My own company had 42 men down.
Basket.... it was hell, I tell you, trying to manage and treat all the casualties (I was Coy Medic).
My encik was v.pissed off.....
"Bloody hell..... They gave out casualty cards macam giving out ang pow....."
2. Final mission. Quick attack.
I was managing and treating the casualties (again) at the CCP. It was by the side of the road. Then, an enemy HMG jeep suddenly turned up. They looked at me, and I looked at them. Neither of us knew what to do. Remember, Geneva Convention states that they can't shoot me and neither can I shoot them.
Then, I realised that there were two LAW gunners and a SAW gunner among my light casualties. I thought, what the heck. I ordered them to whack the HMG jeep.
LAW gunner #1: "One round away!"
LAW gunner #2: "One round away!"
SAW gunner: "YAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" (sprays the jeep)
The jeep crew obviously KPKB..... casualties where can fire?
Then, my encik appeared. I thought, sh*t, I'm in for it......
Amazingly, he defended my decision to blast the HMG. The HMG crew refused to agree with him. Then, he came up with an idea. He told the jeep to go back to its original location and then return in 5 minutes' time. All the events in the last 15 minutes or so would not be counted.
They agreed.
Once they left, my encik sent comms for 84 team to come to the CCP.
They blasted the HMG jeep from long range.... mission successful. -
why argue? there are no umpires for both sides meh?Originally posted by fudgester:ATEC, Thailand (again)
2. Final mission. Quick attack.
I was managing and treating the casualties (again) at the CCP. It was by the side of the road. Then, an enemy HMG jeep suddenly turned up. They looked at me, and I looked at them. Neither of us knew what to do. Remember, Geneva Convention states that they can't shoot me and neither can I shoot them.
Then, I realised that there were two LAW gunners and a SAW gunner among my light casualties. I thought, what the heck. I ordered them to whack the HMG jeep.
LAW gunner #1: "One round away!"
LAW gunner #2: "One round away!"
SAW gunner: "YAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" (sprays the jeep)
The jeep crew obviously KPKB..... casualties where can fire?
Then, my encik appeared. I thought, sh*t, I'm in for it......
Amazingly, he defended my decision to blast the HMG. The HMG crew refused to agree with him. Then, he came up with an idea. He told the jeep to go back to its original location and then return in 5 minutes' time. All the events in the last 15 minutes or so would not be counted.
They agreed.
Once they left, my encik sent comms for 84 team to come to the CCP.
They blasted the HMG jeep from long range.... mission successful. -
For those of us who are "other ranks", we have come across officers whom we respect and officers whom we do not respect. Here's a true story about the latter.
Our reservist SIR was in ROC for ICT. During the initial phase of training, the S3 CPT (NS) walked around the training ground in his clean 4 and made all the super-intelligent remarks about how we should have done better -- "You should take cover over there", "You should this ...", "You should that ...". "What if the enemy were to do this & that ..." Easy for him to say of course -- use mouth only.
Then came the interesting part. Time for battalion mission. Whole battalion got to be involved. So Bn S3 also need to walk for MTC. Well, many of us know the ROC terrain. Up & down the hills. Most of us by that time already got used to the terrain. But not the Bn S3. He got so shagged that half way through he could not walked any more and sat at the side of the road to rest like a punctured tyre, right in front of all the men who continue moving forward.
Although it was night movement, it was bright enough for us to recognise him, and his 3 bars. Anyway, the revervist privates couldn't resist themselves -- they pretended they couldn't recognise him & suanned, chided him as they walked past. Poor S3 CPT lan lan & had to eat his humble pie.
On we went. Reached the first objective. The point company contacted enemy and got into a fire fight. Our company was behind. As usual, all of us proned whilst the point company is taking care of the enemy. The fire fight went on with sound of all the guns blazing, then we saw someone nodding his head in the prone position -- asleep & snoring! It was our LTA (NS) OC.
Our OC is one of those kao bei kao bu officers whom men hate. So one of them picked some stones & threw them at the back of OC's helmet. "Tok". "Tok". "Tok". The poor OC woked up after getting hit by a few stones -- but too blur & confused & didn't react... All of us had to control & not laughed out loud.
They should make this a case study for the young cadets at OCS so that they learn to earn respect from the men that they have to lead. -
If we ever had a AAR or Lessons Learned sticky thread, this would be in it straight.Originally posted by tkw88:For those of us who are "other ranks", we have come across officers whom we respect and officers whom we do not respect. Here's a true story about the latter.
Our reservist SIR was in ROC for ICT. During the initial phase of training, the S3 CPT (NS) walked around the training ground in his clean 4 and made all the super-intelligent remarks about how we should have done better -- "You should take cover over there", "You should this ...", "You should that ...". "What if the enemy were to do this & that ..." Easy for him to say of course -- use mouth only.
Then came the interesting part. Time for battalion mission. Whole battalion got to be involved. So Bn S3 also need to walk for MTC. Well, many of us know the ROC terrain. Up & down the hills. Most of us by that time already got used to the terrain. But not the Bn S3. He got so shagged that half way through he could not walked any more and sat at the side of the road to rest like a punctured tyre, right in front of all the men who continue moving forward.
Although it was night movement, it was bright enough for us to recognise him, and his 3 bars. Anyway, the revervist privates couldn't resist themselves -- they pretended they couldn't recognise him & suanned, chided him as they walked past. Poor S3 CPT lan lan & had to eat his humble pie.
On we went. Reached the first objective. The point company contacted enemy and got into a fire fight. Our company was behind. As usual, all of us proned whilst the point company is taking care of the enemy. The fire fight went on with sound of all the guns blazing, then we saw someone nodding his head in the prone position -- asleep & snoring! It was our LTA (NS) OC.
Our OC is one of those kao bei kao bu officers whom men hate. So one of them picked some stones & threw them at the back of OC's helmet. "Tok". "Tok". "Tok". The poor OC woked up after getting hit by a few stones -- but too blur & confused & didn't react... All of us had to control & not laughed out loud.
They should make this a case study for the young cadets at OCS so that they learn to earn respect from the men that they have to lead.
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LOLOriginally posted by one-niner:funny...hmm...one incident i recalled was when my Bn was doing our BDE prof test, as the TAG platoon we were marshalling in the birds as usual, all went well till in typical SNAFU fashion, there was a chinook coming in with a MB jeep in a stick and wave not supposed to be on...god noes how in the world they bumped that flight in, but it was already 10pm, whereby the aread was pitch dark, the birds were using NVGs on IR Mode.
So when my marshaller was marshalling in the bird, he didnt judge the jeep height from the ground and gave the command to cut load...and the jeep dropped i think 3m ......my marshaller and i went..."HOLY SXXT !!! as the load was a 120 MM MB jeep with simulated rnds.amazingly the MB was still in one piece and could drive ....god knows what absorbed the impact...
2nd incident also within the same prof test, i was planting my men for my defence mission where 3 wild boars appeared at the rear of me and my runner...we walked away to avoid them and the followed, only for them to charge at us.So we ran and ran from 1 end of the defence line to the other end where we saw a puddle of muddy brackish water, and to hell with smell ..we jumped in ..and 1 of the boar jumped in and drowned
the funny thing was my whole platoon saw me and my runner running dame fast haha...3rd mission already..tired, and we were carrying our 900 series radios along with our SBOs ...and we still RAN ... -
all these stories make me feel like joining the army also.