gas gas gas

one of the few noteworthy events that happened this month would be attending Chemical Defense training. i used the word 'few' because im not quite a 'green person', hence sometimes i really struggle trying to make my days in camp purposeful. this is also probably why this is only the 1st time im writing about 'work'. frankly, being in green has really made me hollow and dimwitted as much as it has opened my eyes to the realities of the real world. i wouldn't say i haven't learnt anything constructive in there, but if i had a choice, i'd rather not.

so, Chemical Defense (CD) was really fun. it is basically a 2 days course to equip soldiers with the basic skills of fighting chemical warfare in the event of a chemical outbreak. (touchwood) 1st, we were taught how to wear the CD suit and the gas mask. being in that attire made us all look very 'garang' (saf vernacular for up to standard, fierce, powerful, cool, 'sut'), like the SWAT team or Special Ops Forces. for once, i felt like a Polar Bear in singapore. HOT!

To conclude the CD course, we were all made to enter this room known as the gas chamber where tear gas was expanded. inside, we were made to do PT like jumping jacks, push-ups and canister drill. finally, we were asked to remove our gas masks and recite our rank, name and I/C number before dashing for the exit. the objective: to make sure we all had a taste of tear gas.

imagine breathing in chilli padi, choking on it and having it rubbed all over your face. that is roughly how it felt. the effects: a platoon of contorted-face soldiers, tearing, drooling and mucus running all over.

what an experience.


i regret not having any
photos of myself taken
in the CD suit. i found
this photo on someone
else's blog and im using
it for illustration
purposes. interesting,
i found out this guy
is actually a commander
in my camp. what a coincidence.
[acknowledgement]
http://colinchu.blogspot.com/



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