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experiences at re-SIT test -or- "how i became a lawyer for 3 days" |
| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Friday, March 04, 2005, 12:17:00 PM | permalink |
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SIT Test (SITuational Test) - An aptitude test conducted to determine whether a recruit is suitable for future leadership roles by observing his performance (physical fitness, mental dexterity, calmness, amiablity) when in stressful situations. During the SIT Test, a group (known as a detail) consisting of 12-15 men will simulated a self-contained combat group, with people assigned to various tasks, eg. MINE sweeper, DEMOlitions, MEDic, & so on. The group will confront various situations, & in between these situations, tired out by a combination of marching, running & other untold forms of suffering. --- Due to my illness at the time, I missed my own company's SIT Test & so have to attend a 2 day 3 night re-SIT Test camp (28 Feb - 2 Mar). I had mixed feelings as I reached the gathering point for the re-SIT testees. Various factors contributed to a more pessimistic outlook through the day: 1. Only me & another guy from my company were participating in the re-SIT test. 2 vs. 136+ others from other companies = we are a very small minority = not good. 2. I was assigned the job of a LAW gunner. (or a "law-yer", as my mates would joke) My LAW weighs 6.3kg, which means an additional 6.3kg to lug around on top of my 6.3kg rifle, helmet, & equipment. OK, stop. Breathe. Relax. Think good thoughts. --- During the pre-test briefing session, a helicopter landed nearby, signaling a HELIVAC. (evacuating by HELIcopter) This is a bad thing. A HELIVAC here signifies that a casualty's situation is extreme to the point that even the fairly well-equipped Pulau Tekong Medical Centre is unable to respond effectively to it, hence requiring immediate evacuation to another facility that is able to cope. Everything seemed to pause as the metal blades of this angel of ill-omen touched down. Recruits held their breath, eyes intent on the scene. Sergeants & officers who normally have an air of jaded indifference about them rush forward to get a better view. We all know that something terrible has happened, & no one wishes the same on themselves or their fellow comrades, but in a spirit of morbid spectatorship, everyone is compelled to look. A burdened silence is maintained in the air, broken afew minutes later by the chopper's ascendence taking the stricken away from this hell. That experience sort of coloured my mood for the remainder of the day. --- Day 2, 1pm+, out in the SIT test area. I laid down deluges of super-ego macho talk in my head to quench my exhaustion & the heat of the 32ºC+ afternoon sun. In this mood of self-imposed high, I sometimes found myself in a sort of euphoria, exhorting fellow group mates to march/run/struggle on, even carrying some of their items for them. Vinayak was our group's SIGnaler, in charge of maintaining constant radio contact with the main base. They say that being a SIG is 1 of the easiest jobs in SIT test. NOT when your comm set is faulty. In spite of being utterly frustrated with this recurring problem throughout the test, losing his cool with the set, & sweating from the stress, the heat, the pressure from the supervising sergeant, Vin didn't lose it with us. I respect how even amidst his difficulties, he offered to help carry our MED's stretcher when the guy was tired out. I respect the obese members of our group. They become incoherent at times, the strenuous activities & the heat taking a greater toll on their bodies than the rest of us. Their weight creates additional problems for us when we face situations requiring lifting of people. They run as fast as we brisk walk. But they give all that they've got. When they finally give up, it is due to the fact that although the spirit is willing, but their flesh sets limits. What I don't respect is when GX, a healthy young male, carrying no additional equipment during the test, stops running when the least bit of sweating occurs, & complains incessantly. ("So hot!" "Running so tiring") I lost it with him one time when he refused to cooperate with the team. "But you are fit what" he protests, "Of course you can manage mah." To which I cheerfully reply, "FUCK YOU lah, its all in your head. Push yourself harder." How can you feel light when all you have in your mind are deadweights? --- Day 3, 3+am, sleeping in tent shared with another buddy. *tap* *tap* *tap tap* I wake to the sound of baby steps of light rain on my tent cover. "Crap." 5-10 mins later, the drizzle stops, as if the water baby has return to his stratospheric mother. Phew, back to sleep. Then, I heard the sound of hard rain on the stony track near our campsite. In the darkness of the early morning, this sounded like some large beast trampling angrily. As I listened, the angered beast moved ever closer. Shitpleasedon'tlettherainhitusIdon'twantmyunderwearwet- *GUSH* ARGH. Water was everywhere. Now fully conscious, we pushed against the groundsheet tent cover over our heads, weighed down by the collecting water, desperate to get it to run off the side. That didn't stop water from flowing through the apparently only partly waterproof groundsheet down our arms, from seeping into the tent from the waterlogged ground outside. Its only due to the ebbing sleep chemicals still in us that prevents us from cursing out loud in the dark. Already at this point an assortment of expletives echo out from the surrounding tents, words mouthed in frustration, or maybe they were meant as the ingredients of some spell that would miraculously stop the rain. Maybe I was still impaired by the melatonin in my head, but I thought that chanting "kanina! fucking hell! shit! chaocheebye!" was not the most effective thing to do at that point. Daybreak. My buddy & me survey the damage. Interrupted sleep, check. soaked field packs, check. My corner of the tent slightly flooded with water, check. Not that bad really, when you consider that some of the others had their tents collapse during the deluge, or that some of the tents in pools of 2-3cm of muddy water. --- During SIT test, we learn that s Instructor: Alright. Guys, you have 35mins to carry out your current mission before enemy forces reach your position & overwhelm you. Carry on. [ Everyone starts working on the task. Good progress is made, everything seems to go according to plan. We should complete the task within 30mins ] (10 mins later ) Instructor: Gentlemen! HQ updates you that the enemy has quicken his pace & will reach you in 5mins! Us: W T F ! [ Pandamonium. In the chaos & fluster that ensues, we succeed in thoroughly failing our objective in the allocated --- Overall, re-SIT test was quite fun. Looking back, it was great experience. In retrospect, even the bad ones can now be laughed off. |
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