Friday, June 17, 2016

Recollection and Reflection: My Life as a Filipino Soldier

In 2008, I was one of a select few soldiers who tried their luck in the Special Forces Operations Course. I can't remember how many of us started the course and how many actually graduated. I recall there were more than a hundred of us who volunteered to undergo the Special Forces Assessment and Selection (SFAS) as a prerequisite to join the SFOC. SFAS was a month- long program which consisted of several activities to determine whether a prospective candidate is physically and mentally suited to undergo a rigorous ten- month training. We were tested in advance day and night map reading and land navigation, long foot marches with 45-pound ruck sacks and full battle gear, individual and team activities and of course, the physical fitness tests. Unlike regular PFTs that soldiers undergo which consist of only three events-3.2-km run, push up and sit up, those who undergo specialized trainings such as the scout ranger course and SF Operations Course have to pass other events such as pull ups, inverted crawl, sit and reach and standing long jump. After a month, only about 80% of those who volunteered qualified for the regular Course.. Others were just too tired or burnt out to battle ten more months of hardship.

The regular course started with the traditional reception which of course is not a lunch or dinner of sumptuous food and drinks but a day- long serving of army dozens, road runs, log rolls, helicopters, Indian bows and many others which would definitely bring out the best and worst in a student/trainee. Our reception started at about one o’clock of a hot summer afternoon of 2008. Every trainee- whether an officer or enlisted personnel goes through the reception which formally signals the start of the training. As this is an anticipated activity, each soldier prepares himself physically and mentally to last and remain standing at the end of the day otherwise he would blow his chance of getting the much coveted SF TAB. 

I've had several receptions as a soldier. The first was when we were received as plebes or first year cadets of the PMA in 2002. The next was during our Scout Ranger Orientation Course in 2004 at Camp Tecson in San Miguel, Bulacan. Another one came during our basic officer course. The degree of difficulty of a reception actually varies depending on the course or training you take but one thing is sure. You can never be too prepared for any reception day. It always ends with your tongue out of your mouth- gasping for breath and thinking why the hell were you there in the first place. And there's also the reception given when a soldier reports to his new assignment or unit which is often the most memorable.

I guess during that time all of us were really determined to hurdle the course. I don't recall anybody washing out during the first day. After that, our journey as members of SFOC Class 118- 08 officially begun. This means that we were the 118th batch since the Special Forces started training soldiers as part of this elite organization.. 08 is short for 2008, the year that the course was held. 

To be continued…

Monday, May 9, 2016

To the World, You are A Mother...



08 May 2016


Love,

When I was small, mama told me that a mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

This year’s Mother’s Day reminds me of the many sacrifices that you have made for this family, for our family.  Sometimes you lament on how you can no longer buy the things you want because Ruth’s needs come first. I have seen you lust over some things- bags, shoes, jewelries and all the girl stuff but backed out for her ballet, swimming, writing, tutor, ramen, playdate, toys and other requests and demands. I’ve witnessed how you’ve set aside the things you dreamed of or aspire for to give way to my own ambitions. I’ve seen you go out of your comfort zone, leave behind what you’ve been used to, let go of things dear to you just to be with me, to be with us and build a family. I’ve seen you cry in frustration over unfulfilled promises, unmet obligations, unsettled issues and failed expectations. Sometimes you get disappointed when things just don’t go your way, or when Ruthie and I get into your nerves. And of course there were also lots of instances when I also lost my cool and allowed circumstances to overwhelm me. And for that I ask for your forgiveness. I’m sorry for not letting you win all the time. I’m sorry for being lousy, moody, angry, bossy and all the –y’s. Human as we are, we get hurt, frustrated, and angry. But know this: In all those times when it seemed we were on the brink of collapse and in danger of breaking up, I never lost faith in you, in us. I never for once entertained the thought of being away and walking out on us. I just hope you had the same sentiment, too.

There have been a lot of times when we fought like we were on the brink of giving up on each other. Our arguments were bad and unreasonable. Our words were not palatable at all and our actions were beyond acceptable. Indeed we have been through a lot of tough and rough times. It’s a shame that there were even occasions when our baby witnessed our transgressions. Let me just tell you that in spite of the many fights that we have had, I never, even for a minute stopped loving you.

This mother’s day let me once again extol you for doing all you can and giving your best to us. Thank you for being a supermom to Ruth and a superwife to me. I know I am sometimes more childish than her which makes your job as a mother more difficult. And for that, I owe you forever’s worth of tender and loving care. You may get tired, annoyed, disappointed, irritated, angry, frustrated and disillusioned at times but I hope you will never give up on us. You are our only hope, our most comfortable place, our only sanctuary. You are what makes the family glued together so please be strong and keep holding on. You are a good mother, the best in your own right, the best in our eyes.

Remember, God could not be everywhere, and He can’t be around Ruthie and Me all the time so he gave someone named Mary Pauline to us.

Happy Mother’s Day. May you keep growing in God’s mercy and love. We love you.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Soldier Speak: Effective Communications in the Military



"The day soldiers stop bring you their problems is the day you have stopped leading them."



— General Colin Powel

As soldier in the Philippine Army, my job requires me to be assigned in different areas and serve in different capacities under different levels of command. The career of an Army Officer starts as a Second Lieutenant and as a Platoon Leader (PL) with about thirty soldiers under his leadership. A  PL is usually the most junior officer in a unit and he leads soldiers in tactical or combat missions. As such, he is more directly involved with the day-to-day lives of soldiers compared to those in higher positions.

When I was a PL, the soldiers under my platoon were mostly high school graduates and college undergraduates. Only a handful of them finished tertiary education. Majority of them were Hiligaynon- speaking while some had Cebuano or Bisaya as their native tongue. Though most of them understood English language well enough, majority of them were not proficient in written and oral communications. While English is part of the curriculum in most, if not all levels of education, it usually becomes just the third or fourth language most commonly used at home, school or work particularly in provinces where the primary tongue is not Filipino or Tagalog,

Even though the mode of instruction in the training of Candidate Soldiers (the pre- entry training of soldiers) is usually Filipino or a local dialect, all training manuals of the Army were written in English as most of these were mere adaptations of manuals from the US Army and other armed forces. To date, I have not seen or read any training manual that was written in Filipino. This is probably because, we can never adequately translate all of the terminologies contained in these manuals without sounding hilarious. How do you translate ‘geographical coordinates’ for example? How about ‘Light Reaction Battalion’ or ‘Scout Ranger’? Most military manuals are laden with technical terms that do not have any exact translation in the Filipino language. Hence, during trainings, the mode of instruction usually becomes a combination of two or three languages- English, Filipino and the language or dialects the instructors and students speak and understand.

As a Platoon Leader, I was with my soldiers day and night especially during security operations in the mountains. Communication was simple. It was a combination of visual, oral, written communications and hand signals. At first, I only spoke with my troops in Filipino or Tagalog as nobody understood my own native tongue which is Bicolano. English was just too complicated to use or practice especially in giving orders or commands.  I had to quickly learn their language otherwise I would be left out in their conversations.

Messages which contained orders, tasks, guidance or instructions and information from higher units were all written in English. Even the usual ceremonial messages and speeches or occasional greetings from commanders were in that language. As a unit leader, it was my responsibility to understand them properly first before even attempting to pass it on or communicate to my subordinates. Orders and corresponding information were always exact and accurate, and there was no room for misinterpretation or second-guessing because it always involved my life and the lives of the soldiers I lead. For example, if we were asked to reach point Alfa by passing along route Kilo in two hours, we will do exactly that. Deviations are absolutely not allowed unless properly coordinated and coordination means knowing what they mean and being able to communicate exactly what you mean. Many accidents and unfortunate incidents in the combat zone were borne out of miscommunication among soldiers themselves. Needless to say, it all originated to communication-from the sender to the receiver through a certain medium.

As I have said, it is the responsibility of the leader to fully understand whatever message or communication is being passed to him before he further communicates this to his subordinates. He is not prohibited from clarifying any point which he thinks can be interpreted in several ways nor in asking the correctness of the information relayed to him should he find any deviation or discrepancy. While accuracy and precision are the names of the game, a combat leader must always remember that these are all time-bound or should be done under a certain period of time only hence the need for quick thinking.

Again, the major challenge for a tactical leader is to make sure that all elements under his command or leadership- from the highest ranking to the lowest, understand the mission. Each soldier should know his duties and responsibilities for a particular mission other than his tasks or functions when outside of mission. He should know what the basic plan of the unit is and the corresponding contingency or back-up plans in case the first plan didn’t go as planned or desired. It is true that the first casualty of combat is the plan itself and that no plan survives the first hail of bullets but if each soldier knows what to do amidst the confusion, there is always a big chance that the mission will succeed. It is the responsibility of the unit leader to adequately and properly communicate to his subordinate these things. However, he must also provide enough room for flexibility and initiative to his subordinate leaders as situation in the combat zone rapidly changes and there might be no time to further clarify things and seek guidance. These kinds of situations must be mapped out through comprehensive planning using effective communication skills.

When I became a Company Commander or Commanding Officer (CO), I had a little over 100 soldiers under my command. Early on, I realized I needed to have a higher set of communication skills to be able to effectively lead my unit. As CO, I was supposed to be a combat leader and at the same time a resource manager. Being a resource manager means effectively and efficiently managing the resources entrusted to you- the personnel or the soldiers, the funds or finances, the supplies, equipment and facilities. Among these, managing the human resources of the unit is usually the most challenging as it entails dealing with 100 personalities with different backgrounds. They have different trainings, socio- economic status, families, ethnic origins, languages, attitudes and beliefs. The challenge of the CO lies in unifying them into a single effective fighting force. The CO must be able to channel all raw energies towards a common vision by performing one mission at a time.

Crafting a Vision for the company is in itself a challenge for the commander. It begins by adequately expressing to your men the need for such Vision to guide the unit in its day to day operations. The visioning process relies on the ability of each member of the unit to communicate his ideas or opinions based on his experiences, beliefs and values. The commander must be able to skillfully facilitate this process in order to come up with a vision that adequately and accurately reflects and enshrines the values of the unit and the core values of the Philippine Army as a whole. The product must then be communicated to all personnel to ensure uniform understanding and interpretation among them.
            
            Effective oral communications is also vital in the daily operations of the company. Aside from combat or security operations, the unit also conducts Civil-Military Operations (CMO). These are operations-programs, projects and activities, conducted with or in coordination with civilian entities. These are the so-called Civil Affairs, Public Affairs and Information Support Affairs. All of these require close coordination with the civilian populace- masses, government organizations, non-government organizations, public and private entities and civil society organizations. During my time, the company under me initiated, participated or jointly conducted projects or activities in partnership with GOs, NGOs/NGAs and various sectors which are aimed at making the lives of the people better by promoting peace, security and development. The said activities necessitated close coordination especially during the planning, implementation and supervision and it goes without saying that effective communication is the key to its success.

Monday, July 27, 2015

High School Life o’ My High School Life.


In June 1994, I began my journey as a high school freshman in the nearby Partido State College. As a freshman, it wasn’t easy for me to abandon my old habits as a boy. I still did a lot of running, jumping and other rough child’s play. My teacher, Ms. Marilou P. Competente would always scold me for being so sweaty after a bout of ‘tatso’ or ‘agawan’ base with other boys. In spite of this, I managed to make it to the honor roll and at the end of our first year I was awarded the most outstanding freshman. Come summer of 1995, I was again back in the woods wandering and frolicking- fishing, swimming, bird-hunting and sometimes planting rice and corn. I became closer with  cousins’ from my mother’s side and I spent more time with them. During that time, my mother’s father and mother were still alive and strong and I stayed with them for some time. My father’s father would often get jealous and he would fetch me to stay with him.

I barely noticed I was fast becoming a teenager and in a few years’ time, I began having little crushes on pretty and popular girls in our school. I became more responsible at home. I learned how to cook and do other house chores. By then, I felt I had to maintain my good standing in school and somehow understood what pressure was all about. I continued studying well and I am glad it paid off. My classmate Tom Tan still got the first honor with me as his wing man at number 2. Well, he was always the first honor since kinder while I proudly stood beside him as second except in Grade 4 and Grade 5 when I became the first honor. We were always good friends and our closeness still remains until today.

Our second and third years quickly ended but I’d always remember the times I spent as a sophomore and junior. Mrs. Nehlia P. Esmeralda was our class adviser on our second year and Mrs. Marichu B. Borre during the third. On our senior year under Mrs. Nora E. Bacares, we took the first ever National Secondary Achievement Test (NSAT). I think our school got the highest rating throughout the province that time. I recall we also both topped the National Elementary Achievement Test (NEAT) in 1994 and we were paraded around our town for such feat. In 1998, we graduated from high school, again with Tom as the Valedictorian while I was the Salutatorian. It wasn’t all that bad for a farm boy who once dreamed of riding a horse and conquering the mountains.

Iskolar ng Bayan

When my high school life closed in 1998, I didn’t know I would be ushered into a completely new beginning. It was the first time I felt I was standing at a crossroads without knowing which path to take. There was the road towards priesthood waiting for me, and there was the simple life in the farm where I grew up. Meanwhile, I was also at a loss whether I would go for the university life and the hustle and bustle of the big city. In the end, I opted to go to the University the Philippines in Diliman, not for anything but for the DOST Scholarship I was lucky enough to be accepted into. Besides, my older sister, Sindhy, already went ahead and was already on her second year that time. That time, my parents cannot afford the two of us to be in college at the same time without help. Thanks to DOST, we were both able to enter university for free.

I enrolled as a freshman Chemical Engineering student in the summer of 1998 and I underwent orientation together with other DOST scholars to help us acclimatize to university life. There, I met various freshies like me from all over the country. Except for a few ManileƱos (those who grew up in Metro Manila), most of us were promdis or probinsyanos- newcomers in Manila. It didn’t take me long to get the feel of big city life but it didn’t stop me from missing my hometown. There were a lot of times when I felt I’d like to just go back to my hometown because I missed my family but I thought I didn’t want to go home empty handed. At least that’s what kept me going and buoyed my spirit whenever I felt down. It was not easy for me and my sister as we were always financially constrained despite the allowance that we were receiving. Nonetheless, we didn’t lose hope. We didn’t lose sight of our dream to finish what we have started.

Amidst the harsh academic environment, I met a lot of people from different walks of life. Some of them remain my friends until today. I also joined the Tau Rho Xi Fraternity which helped me get through university life and eventually shaped me as a leader. I became its head in 2001 and we had a very productive year then. The brothers I have embraced then are the same brothers I have until today. They have inspired me in a lot ways and I have always carried with me the values it believes in- brotherhood, loyalty, determination.

But throughout the years I have spent in UP, I have always thought I was meant to do something else. There was this nagging voice inside my heart calling me to a different path-soldiery. As fate may have it, I found myself being herded to the hallowed grounds of PMA in 2002 along with 480 other young men and women who heard the same voice, who had the same calling. I left behind me a promising engineering career but I brought with me a wealth of memories. These memories and the fear of failure-of going home empty handed, were essentially what propelled me throughout my stay inside Fort del Pilar in Baguio City.