The Things that You Shouldn’t Outsource

 

This weekend, I met an American who had volunteered to send his son to do national service. He was proud of the fact that his son was posted to be a medic and he was also glad that his son, who had been to international schools finally got the chance to make Singaporean friends.

He had, however, one complaint, which was the fact that from what he saw, basic military training (BMT) was “soft.” He told me that when he went for the initial parent’s visiting at Pulau Tekong, he saw an army of Bangladeshi workers raking the leaves.

While I generally try to avoid getting into the “It was tougher” in my day line when it comes to national service, I did tell him that there was a time when raking leaves was considered “rest” for soldier in BMT. His immediate reaction was “Yes, if those boys raked the leaves, they will look at Bangladeshi workers in a different way.”

OK, I get that the Singapore of today is very different from the Singapore of the 60s and the nature of warfare has also changed. Technology has seen to it that you can get the firepower at the push of a button that once required several men. I am reminded of the time I was invited by the then Chief of Artillery to “review” the Primus Gun in 2003 because he felt that it was worth getting the perspective of someone trained on the old Field Howitzers. My first question to the young commander was “What’s your gun drill like?” He stared at me blankly and then the S3 had to sheepishly say, “Our gun drill is called push button.”

So, like it or not, this is the way things heading. With our small population and lack of strategic space, our military needs to have the best technology available if it is to have an edge against any potential adversary. When my batch got the FH2000 in 1998, it was considered the state of the art. I take my alma matter, the artillery as an example. In 1998 my batch were told that we had a wonderful gun called the FH2000, which required an eight-man crew and could send rounds up to 40km away. This was progress because we had eight instead of 12-men on a crew and we did considerably less hammering of things. However, in 2003, Primus came along and artillery was no longer about sitting there and firing rounds. It was about mobility. Then in 2011, we became one of five US allies that got to use HIMARS, where a single HIMARS unit could do as much damage as an entire six-gun battery under the old system.

Technology in the military like elsewhere is supposed to give you more bang for your buck. Having said that, there are something that shouldn’t change. Soldiers, for example, need to be physically more resilient than your average civilian even if the technology the soldiers of today allows them to do more damage with a single shot than their predecessors could.

What is true of a professional army should actually be more so on a conscript army like what we have in Singapore. For your average Singaporean, national service is often the first “away from home” experience that our young men have and it’s supposed to be the place where you get some of the harsh realities of life kicked into you. It is, for example, the place where you actually discover that Singapore is much larger than the small magic circle your junior college would have let you believe.

However, in 2011, we realized that this was increasingly untrue. Someone caught a young recruit walking to camp with his maid:

 

This caused something of an uproar and the Ministry of Defense had to come out and say that it had counselled the young man. However, whilst many old folks like me had lots of grumbles about, there were those who thought differently and actually didn’t see what the issue was. I’ve even found a note written in 2017 telling us not to be mean to our boys in green:

https://pride.kindness.sg/dear-singapore-stop-taking-army-boys-granted/

Whilst I do believe soldiers should be respected for the work they do; I think the writer is missing the point. National Service is the first time that many of us actually thinks of us. The boys from well to do families who went to top schools suddenly experience what its like for the wider world to think of them as nothing but another nuisance. It’s in that moment where they have to bond with the boys from less well of families and be actual humans rather than part of the magic circle that they were told was their birthright.

Well, that’s clearly not happening if you have recruits getting their maids to carry their rucksacks or Bangladeshi workers doing area cleaning. When you allow this to happen in national service, you actually normalize the idea that you are too good for certain things and certain entitlement attitudes are normalized.

When I thinks of national service today, I inevitably think of how we treat construction workers. It rained today and as the bus drove past a group of construction workers, I noticed that nobody was going to stop the work. Interestingly enough the SAF actually has protocols to stop training if the rain gets heavy or if there’s a thunderstorm.

 

 So, what’s the message here. Nobody cares about construction workers because they’re usually dark skinned and don’t vote in elections? National Service boys cannot be put into anything that might scratch them because they’re kids of people who vote?

Or is the message simply this. We no longer produce men in Singapore so we cannot expose them to a knock or two. Again, this is not to say that we should return to the “brutal” training of the 1960s. However, we should not go through the other extreme where we panic every time one of our boys gets a nose bleed.

You cannot talk about foreigners “taking” from us until our young men actually go through experiences that give them resilience. Our guys need to be able to take a knock and get right back up and fight. You can’t outsource resilience to Indians and Bangladeshis. The point of National Service is to toughen us up. I think of the current UAE President, Mohammed Bin Zayed Al Nahyan, who felt that his people needed to be toughened up and imposed ju-jitsu in schools and national service.

When you mollycoddle our boys and tell them that they don’t need to carry their bags or clean up after themselves, you turn them into the type of people who are only good for being automatons in cubicle land and in need to be told what to do by people who once experienced what it was like to pick up their own bags.