I’ll
make no bones about it: National Service was kick-ass tough. Oftentimes you
prayed you were somewhere else…or dead. But today, with 30 years’ hindsight,
and perverse as it may seem, I think I enjoyed my stint.
For
those unfamiliar with the term, National Service – or ‘NS’ as it’s known – is
mandatory conscription in the armed forces -- usually the Army – that every
young Singaporean man is subject to. Many other countries have similar laws,
like Israel and Taiwan; Singaporeans undergo a 2 or 2½-year stint, depending on one’s
academic qualifications.
The
first 3 months, in which you were rudely transitioned from civilian to military
life, and whipped from raw recruit to passable soldier, were, as you could imagine,
hell on earth. In the strange new environment of the army camp, each one of us
was pushed to our physical and psychological limits. Discipline, regimentation,
and arduous physical training were used to demolish egos and enforce conformity. We
wore the same uniform, ate the same food, slept in the same barracks. Very
quickly, we learned to think not as an individual, but as a group, a military
unit. A unit in which every member relied on, and trusted, one another.
On the
battlefield, your life was in the hands of the man beside you, and his in
yours. That was one of the lessons the army taught me, which has stayed with me
for life.
I also
took away some good friends, who I still keep in touch with today; and this has
made my time in NS seem that much more rewarding. However, the story I most
want to share with you today is about the army food – which used to send chills
through me, and my army mates.
In
those days, camp food was prepared by young soldiers serving NS just like the
rest of us. These ‘cooks’ were equipped by the army with some rudimentary
cooking skills, but not much else in the way of running a kitchen. And it
showed, through over-done vegetables, over-steamed fish, and half-cooked rice.
My mates would usually push the limp, discolored veggies aside, or on to my
plate. And being the glutton I was, I lapped it up – over-cooked or not!
I
especially looked forward to Saturday lunch, when the cookhouse served a
particular dish every one hated, except me -- instant noodles cooked in anchovy
stock. Invariably, the noodles would have been left sitting in the pot for
quite a while, and be sodden. As Saturday afternoon was also the start of the
weekend furlough, my mates would be more intent on leaving the camp than
staying for the bloated noodles. Not I. I’d dutifully troop to the cookhouse,
scoop out as much as I could finish, and savor every bite. My mates would
always shake their heads in disbelief that anyone could possibly enjoy such
#%@! But I honestly did; I still think
of these noodles sometimes, and miss them.
Another
dish I got to know and love during NS was a soup -- preserved Sichuan vegetable
soup with pork. It was spicy, slightly sour, and oh-so appetizing, and always
brought back memories of my days in the army.
Preserved Sichuan Vegetable and
Pork Soup
Preserved
Sichuan Vegetable : 80 g, soaked with water, drained and sliced
thinly
Pork : 220 g, sliced thinly
Soy
sauce : 1 tsp
Pepper : ¼ tsp
Corn
flour : 1 tsp
Ginger : 1 cm, bashed
Stock : 1 litre
Salt : ¼ tsp
Pepper : a dash
Method:
- Wash preserved Sichuan vegetable thoroughly,
and soak in water for 30 minutes. Drain and slice thinly.
- Marinate pork with soy sauce, pepper and
corn flour. Set aside.
- Boil stock and preserved Sichuan vegetable
for 10 minutes.
- Add pork and simmer for another 5 minutes.
- Season with salt and pepper. Serve hot.