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"I know I took another step closer to death" – SCDF NSF puts life literally on the line




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A Singapore Civil Defence Force NSF (full-time national serviceman) recounted in Reddit how NSFs from the Home Team out their lives on the literally on the line every day. He laments that these young men are not given the kind of recognition that naval divers and commandos get.
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Let’s tell a story.
I’m working my 24 hr (work 24 hours, off 48 hours) duty. It’s 11am and I just finished morning lecture (equipment drill and familiarisation) in the engine bay of my fire station. It’s a Saturday so our rota (platoon-ish) orders nasi lemak.
Coding comes in over the loudspeaker and we turn out to a case of locked door, suspected DOA (decomposing body). As usual, traffic doesn’t give way to our red rhino (light fire attack vehicle).
We arrive at the HDB unit and instantly we smell the dead body. The knowledge of smell will come with experience. The niece, who called 995, asks me if her uncle will be ok. I already know the body is decomposing but I reply “We’re unsure, but we’ll try our best”. I lie to her face.
My pump operator (PO, and the only regular in the crew) looks at me and grimaces. We’ve been in this situation together many times before.
We easily break the door and the smell intensifies. I go in first, followed by the ambulance (alpha) paramedic. We find the body on the bed in the master bedroom. The paramedic tells me, “About two weeks”.
The body is severely bloated, skin green and black. The face is unrecognizable as it has bloated too much. Bile attempts to escape from between the discolored lips creates bubbles. The smell is sweet but rotten and my fireman gags.
I get the relevant information I need and step out for a breather. The niece looks at me and asks what is going on. I look at her and I know she knows he’s dead. “You uncle… has passed away”. I turn away to avoid the emotions. Emotions are killers in this line of work.
We get back in time for nasi lemak lunch. The chicken is a bit soggy this week. The smell of rotten flesh lingers in my nostrils. I watch the Malay romantic drama that my enciks chose on the TV. It’s ok, the girl is cute.
Before dinner we get another call – unit fire confirm case. We race there and reach before the fire engine (pumper). They’re caught in traffic and will take another few minutes. Two firefighters and I proceed to the unit.
Instantly the thick black smoke chokes my throat and waters my eyes. I struggle with my breathing cylinder because the air hose delivery tool is stuck between my backplate and my back. I say fuck it, neighbours are already screaming for us to hurry. The pressure escalates but I close myself off from the members of public, just like normal. We all focus.
I just wear my facemask for minimal protection and crawl in. The fire is well alight on the stove and I shoot at it. The smoke limits my visibility to 0, I now can’t see my fingers as I stretch out my arm.
I crawl back out and get stuck on a fallen wire. I panic as I think of my family. Emotions are dangerous. A fire biker crawls in and frees me. We step out and I tell the crew the fire is almost finished but our CAF (compressed air foam system) backpacks are finished.
I send the firefighters down to set up water supply from hydrant and crawl back in with the fire0biker. The smoke makes it feel like someone just threw hot ash down my throat. We extinguish the fire using a bum-gun from the kitchen toilet.
I am coughing badly but he (a fellow fire fighter) sprays my face with the hose. The kitchen is badly burnt. I can feel the smoke damage in my lungs. The owner and neighbours pat me on the back and thank me for saving their home as I walk out. I smile but I know I took another step closer to death.
We get back at 10pm and order McDonalds. It is the best Double McSpicy I’ve eaten in a while.
At lunch the next day my friend (a lieutenant in the Singapore Armed Forces) tells me how stressful being an instructor at SAFTI has been recently. I remember as my cylinder got trapped on the fallen wire, and how I thought of my family in those few struggling seconds. I nod my head and grunt. ” SAF has it tough with JCC (Jungle Confidence Course) and everything huh?” I joke. He agrees enthusiastically.
All in a day’s work for the NSFs in SPF/SCDF (Singapore Police Force and Singapore Civil Defence Force). If we fail, someone dies from our direct actions. Welcome to NS (national service).
No second chances or semula (reset). Just death.
I wish the public knew the risks that some NSFs take each day. We might not be as fit as NDU (Naval Diving Unit) or as garang (recklessly bold) as commandos, but we put our lives on the line literally every day.
As an NSF I can say I have saved many lives, fought many fires and contributed to Singapore. No play acting or training for a war that will never happen (though I understand the incredible need for an armed military). I love my job, I love NS and wouldn’t trade it for anything else (maybe an Emergency Medical Technician vocation).
I am still amazed that many members of public still associate NS with army. I wish people would know.
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