as i sit here wonderin'

as the pallbearers walked passed me.
i raised my right hand sharply towards my temple.
with my beret on, and all of us in our uniform.
there we were, at the void deck of 248 in Bukit Batok.

as the mother followed behind the pallbearers and the coffin
she broke down and cried. i turned my head behind to see
a few of my men with tears in their eyes.
needless to say, without realising, i had tears welled up.

as they laid his coffin in the hearse,
i came to recall an incident which happened at the same place a day before he died.
i was at the same place where he had been to just 24hours ago.
to send my vehicle for servicing and to collect my vehicle.

i wont delve further in to this private topic, but all i can say is that,
the same thing happened, but i managed to stop my vehicle.

and it didnt seem that serious until we received news the next day.
and to think that i saw him earlier in the week.

mom has been askin me to take real good care of myself
considering the nature of my job...


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and when i hear the trumpet tribute to him every 10pm,
sadness and melancholy fills the atmosphere...