I vividly remember my BMT situational test 20 years ago. The captain who was invigilating told me that one of my section mates was maimed by an imaginary sniper.
“Sniper? Sir, we were never taught what to do in such a scenario,” I said.
“Use your brain, recruit! Return fire and throw smoke grenades!” he yelled.
Bang, bang, bang, bang and off we went. “Erm, sir, we weren’t issued smoke grenades,” I said sheepishly.
“IMAGINE THROWING ONE, LAH!” he retorted.
So there you go. For three months, I was ordered to follow instructions to a T and not be a smartass. For once, I was told to cosplay my way out of a situation. I detested officers. But as it turned out, I was darn good at the art of “wayang-ing” too. I made it to OCS.