Archive for June, 2009

first jump

June 27, 2009

Jump from C-130 at PLAB cancelled the previous day.

Reveille at 2am

Simple warm-up exercises at 3am

Pre-jump training at 3.30am

Load up parachutes and other stores at 4am

Breakfast at 5am

Up the bus at 6am

[From this point onwards, I lost my sense of time.]

Arrive at SBAB

Unload stores at RV point

Chinook-interior orientation

Back to RV point

Watch the first sortie fit up, enter the chinook. Chinook takes off, and flies circles in the air around the airbase. Streamers let out from chinook, floats straight downwards, to much cheers, considering the c-130 jump was cancelled due to ’strong winds’.

And the first pass of sortie 1 makes their exit.

*Fast forward*

I fit up my parachute and reserve. Noticed that my mains is serial number 108 [block number of old home], and my reserve is serial number 656 [block number of current home]. I must be feeling damn sian.

Routine fit-up checks by jumpmasters, and we sat down to wait for our turn to load up the chinook.

…which got delayed due to the chinook going back to refuel.

More time-wasting.

Finally, the walk down to the compass ring. Chinook hovers down and lands. Hear the mighty roar and feel the huge blasts of wind. As I walked towards the chinook, the turbo suddenly started up, generating lots of noise and heat, that we had to run all the way into the chinook to avoid them as much as possible.

“Fasten safety belt!” And we have lift-off.

Looked out the window to beautiful scenery.
The never-ending, fast-paced “patta-patta” sounds produced by the rotary wings is the best metaphor for my heartbeat.

“500ft, prepare for action!”

“First pass, unfasten safety belt!”
“Stand up!”
“Hook up!”
“Check static line!”
“Check equipment!” “Helmet, capewell, life jacket, chest strap, reserve snap, ripcord, leg straps, pack tie, static line, clear and hook-up!”
“Sound off for equipment check!” “7 okay!” “6 okay!” “5 okay!” “4 okay!” “3 okay!” “2 okay!” “1 okay, stick okay!”
“move forward!” “Right left right left.”
“5 seconds, stand at the door!” “Right! Left! Right! Left!”
“Green on… GO!”

The people of the second and third pass started cheering as we watched the first pass sink out of view as they jumped out the back ramp. Being in the third pass, I cheered along too.

The guy on my right looked really nervous.

Second pass out.

As the chinook made a turn, it was our turn.

“Stand at the door” “right left right left”
“Go!” “right left right left”
“Go!” “right left right left”
“Go!” “right left right left”
“Go!” “right left right left”
And I found myself standing at the edge of the ramp.

“Go!”

-to be continued-

grandma

June 7, 2009

grandma

Every time I visit my paternal grandmother at my uncle’s house, without fail, she would ask about how I’m doing at school, and then I’ll remind her that I’m in the army now, and she’ll comment, with genuine surprise, that I’m already in the army and tells me to be careful.

Problem is, in her memory, I’ll forever be the school-going grandson of hers who had just enlisted in the army. Though, I’m actually glad that I still exist in her memory.

It’s scary to imagine that one day, my parents, or even myself, just might suffer the same fate as her.

I don’t know what your attitude towards your grandparents are, but I love my grandparents to bits.

Till the next time, it’s me, woonie, signing off.