Alright, everyone knows recruits have no pride, recruits are the lowest level of life form in the unit, recruits should be tekan jialut jialut until cannot recognise home so that they can one day be a tough soldier and protect the nation. balls, i say! to all those commanders who take advantage of their ranks and inflict unreasonable punishment to their recruits or men, you should be ashamed of yourself.
In my opinion, if I had genuinely cock up something, or a sabo king screws up, then punishment would be fair. Before I go on and describe the ridiculous excuse for tekan, I welcome all to comment of their own experience and see how lame the excuses can be.
So here goes my tale. It was the usual late night at about 10 pm, our platoon was ordered to standby-bed (which, for us, occurred at a frequency of approximate once every two days; sometimes twice in a day depending on the champion-ness of platoon's sabo kings). Rest assure this standby-bed was not of the cleaniness-inspection purpose, but more of a whacking session.
As usual, the platoon was given 15 minutes to clean the bunks, corridors, toilets and staircases, and be ready in parade 4. after the usual mad rush to meet timing, all recruits then stood attention next to their beds while the Platoon IC of the week went to invite the dignities.
I was one of the first to be inspected. Being a diligent and quite worker, I was very confident that the PC and specialists would never find any faults with me. If I should be doing push-ups later, it would be a platoon level punishment through no fault of me. At least it felt better if I was not the sabo king.
Anyway, true enough, my section mates were falling down like dominoes, vulgarites flying every direction, for their "mistakes" like platic mug placed at the wrong angle with the rest of the platoon, blankets folded the wrong way, towels not straightened. It seemed like I was one of the rare few to escape unscathed. Think again...
While the rest of the dignities trotted to the next bunk, one chose to linger, perhaps deeply unsatisfied to see me still standing instead of being in push-up position (yes, we would hold it there while they inspected the rest of the platoon, thanks for being Section 1!). He walked to me, gave me a crooked grin, and proceeded to do something totally creative that I would never have anticipated... He pulled the rubber stopper off the top of the double-deck bunk bed (I slept on the upper deck), dug his middle finger inside the steel frame, retracted his finger that was covered with rust, and wiped it on my No. 4.
"What's this? Why so dirty? Still waiting for what? KNOCK IT DOWN, CCB!!!!"
I was so amazed with his creativeness that I nearly broke out laughing. Luckily, common sense prevailed and soon I was doing push-ups like the rest of the gang. How's this for feeling lan-lan??? This kinda tekan how to siam? If they want to get you, they will. LL is the word...