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Commando Interview - How a frail, skinny, colour-blind boy with a fractured arm got into a commando unit.
Our Red Beret Presentation, which officially made me a commando
How I got stitched without anesthetics as a result of a martial arts fighting accident.
Unarmed Combat - "Kill Kill Kill!" we yelled  as we fought
Parachuting - An assortment of my airborne stories
Water Miracle - "God, I am dehydrated. I need water badly. HELP."
Heat Exhaustion deep in the hot and humid tropical jungle.
A Mountain After Another - We had just finished scaling a gigantic mountain. Could anything worse be waiting for us?
My Tribute to a Fallen Lieutenant - He did something which made others bitter, but made me appreciate and respect him even more.  I miss him. Farewell, Lieutenant Sir.
Quest for the Black Belt - As part of the exam, I had to fight a seasoned Black Belt fighter called "The Bull". Could I overcome him?
Army Memories - An assortment of short stories.
Five Days Without Sleep - and a 35 km march to round up a week of torture,  to earn our corporal stripes.
Forgotten Heroes
Commando's Prayer - Meaningful prayer. Reveals the spirit of the commando.
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Favorite Military Links - includes the Singapore Commandos and other Special Forces.
Barracks Haunting - The old commando barracks where we lived are reputed to be haunted. They were used as a POW prison during World War Two. Many prisoners died. Here are the stories as reported by the Singapore Paranormal Investigators. Click on "Haunted Changi" and scroll down to "Commando Barracks"
My Army Stories
My Tribute to RSM Sam Choo - He was a much respected commando.
My Army Picture Album (a separate website for pictures)
Border Design (left): I took a picture of this Orchid flower at the Singapore Botanic Gardens. The Orchid is the national flower of Singapore.
They return from every war
Thanking God to be alive
They meld into society,
Feeling blessed that they survived.

Some, with daily nightmares
And memories hard to bear,
Some, with physical reminders,
Of limbs no longer there.

Some, with great hopes for the future,
Discover jobs hard to find
And they feel that this country
Is neither loyal or kind.

Some of them return,
To be confined to bed and chair
And never have a visitor
To offer thanks or a word of cheer.

They are the forgotten heroes,
Who answered this nation's call,
Our brave, American Veterans...
Who were willing to give their all.


-- Freda Fullerton ([email protected]) by way of �Christian Voices
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