Good Friday Durian Party

Some of us will be having an impromptu durian party this Good Friday holiday. Durian at Hougang (Dennis' regular supplier.) :-)

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Did this poster after 13 confirmed going. ;-)

==== BELOW IS THE WRITE-UP AND PHOTOS OF THE EVENT THAT FOLLOWED====

As this Durian Party was held on Good Friday and the beginning of a long weekend, not all D10-ners could attend. Quite a few had prior holiday plans. And Danny was an 'if' as his mom was hospitalised after a fall. We wish Danny's mom a speedy recovery.

In the end, quite a turn out and rightly so. Durian this season is plentiful with plenty of good grades going at rock bottom prices. Plus the caveat was welcoming back newly found Willie Lim and back-from-India-posting, Alex Lim.

Ian Chiak was also a surprised last minute addition - flying in from Myanmar, making it the Shi San Tai Bao (十三太保) - literally, 13 Princes - of movie title of yore. (See poster above. I parodied it to 十三太饱, the last 'bao' being 'full'. So the title becames a funny, The 13 Full.

Thirteen who indicated they would come and attend this wonderful feast.

You could say my premonition was incredibly accurate as we were all quite full from durian AND porridge. Scary, sia.

Wefie (from left, clockwise): Willie, Alex, Dennis, TC, Ian Chiak, Khen Hua, Choon Meng, Ping Heng, Yew Meng
Karu, David, Barry

Above photo with Tiah Ann joining in later. Alex couldn't eat the durian as he was having a bad throat. Despite that, great of him to join us after recently returning from a work stint in India. Welcome back, bro!

We had quite a few boxes!

Dennis was the perfect host as usual, walking back and forth constantly asking after our preferences and checking if his fave vendor there had the respective kinds. In this way we managed to sample quite a variety of the spiky fruit, first christianed by famed naturalist Alfred Wallace in the mid-1800s when he went to Bukit Gombak to collect insect samples to send home to London, as the "King of Fruits". The durians we ate from Ah Wei (the stall vendor help) ranged from D13, maoshanwang, ang hei to small durians that held impossible fruit. It was like lifting your armpits and finding a sleeping bag there!

To those who could not make the trip, this could well be the regret of the year.

All the fruits we had were just ripe, fleshy, and with seeds so small that one could stick it up the nose! 
Best of all were the durians from Pahang, which had all the maoshanwang creaminess and musang king bitterness. The D13s were more for those with a sweet tooth, something Kheng Hua enjoyed and ordered.

However, with the good Pahang durians only arriving after 7 pm, Dennis had the good sense and consideration to order before hand. Thus those we had came in take-away plastic boxes cooled the night before in the fridge and thus were certainly less "jerlat" to consume. The warmer the durians, the creamier it gets... Just like milk.

At the end of the feast, Dennis also encouraged us to tapow as the durians were exceptional. (They were!) The whole affair was very generous of Dennis and grateful we all were. It is true of what Dennis says: "Got good stuff must share!" Now we just need to know what Dennis likes and pamper him some! (Pity there are not many fair-skinned women at Clarke's Airbase. Karu, pls take note!)

The soft, creamy, niam niam bitter taste durian from Pahang. If you have to eat one durian in a year, eat this. 

Ok, Willie had told me he was not going to eat durians at this feast, which was contrary to the whole idea of the gathering. But present he should be as the latest "foundling". So I offered him good ice cream instead.

The choice was Haagen Dazs. Good ice cream that's also easily available at the neighbourhood Giant supermart. It has been like that since Giant took over Shop 'n' Save.

The ice cream Willie had was Strawberry flavour. I chose this over chocolate as it was less heaty and also because I used to date a girl from the East who was crazy over this flavour. And so I came to like it as well. This flavour of Haagen Dazs has real strawberries in it and when chilled, tastes even better! It's light and a good pick-me-upper. It is the same with Jap Meiji strawberry ice cream.

In any case, if Willie could not finish his tub, he could always share with his significant female other later!

FYI: Giant Supermart is having a 2-for-1 deal right now. Three tubs for the price of two. So, not only are durians cheaper this season, ice cream too!



===PORRIDGE=== 

Sin Heng Kee Porridge address is:
Blk 685 Hougang Street 61, S(530685)
Hrs: 7 am - 9.30 pm Everyday 

Porridge: One-For-All, and All-for-One!  (And yes, it is the No.1 porridge that's best! If you liek tubes -aka intestines - order No.7 like Ian Chiak did.) 

Afterwards we adjoined to nearby Sin Heng Kee for excellent rural porridge. I didn't know that Hougang had such a famous boutique porridge place.

Tong and Kheng Hua went ahead to chope seats and place their take away orders, which proved a long queue (see pix above). We later discovered that eating there was faster than ordering tapow.

Sin Heng Kee is famous for their "No.1" porridge and so we ordered that. No.1 had fish, pork, liver, tubes, etc. It was indeed a belly-warming and heart-stirring recipe! Afterwards, we were seriously full both from durian and porridge. Ian Chiak, true to his liking for innards, ordered No.7, which had tubes (aka intestines), if I am not mistaken. In bak kut teh, he liked kidneys more than liver. (I mean he has told us how he liked to consume various wild meats, which in TCM terms, is not a bad diet to embrace.)

The tres excellente "No.1" porridge. Yew Meng kindly treated us to this. 

In the end, this event was a wonderful impromptu gathering to trade some jokes and indulge in some talkcock moments. Also a chance for us to meet newly-found Willie, who have had a tough week, what with his church founder, Rick Seaward, (formerly of Calvary Charismatic Church, now Victory Family Center) killed in an auto incident in Brazil. And today, having to attend his senior pastor mom's cremation service as well. A double whammy, and solid that he turned up at all!

=== JOKES ===

Karu also shared some jokes, two of which were medical:

Aye, Aye, Aye...

A guy goes to see his doctor: "Doctor doctor... Whenever I drink kopi or teh, my eye hurts. With Milo or Horlicks, nothing."

The doctor checks and finds one eye red. He gives the man eye drops and sends him home, none the wiser of what is wrong with the man.

"Let me know if it hurts again," is his parting advice.

The following week, the fellow returns with the same problem. This time his eye is redder still.

"Come, I'm leaving for lunch. Join me and we can talk about your condition at the nearby kopitiam."

There, the man orders kopi, one of his fave kopitiam drinks. The doctor sees this but doesn't say anything.

The man drinks.

"Ouch!' exclaims the man. Sure enough, his eye hurts again.

"John John John..." says the doctor, in a manner not unlike that of a patient parent.. "Next time when you drink kopi or teh, please remove the spoon first. It's poking your bloody eye out!"

=== Next salvo ===

Balls Out

A man goes to see you a doctor about a headache that refuses to go away. The doctor's prognosis is that the man has to have his balls cut off. "It will relieve the strain it is causing from the base of your spine to the top of your head," he counsels.

However, the man refuses to accept the suggestion, thinking how preposterous it was. He then decides to seek a second opinion. Then a third. All come back with the same advice: "Cut off the balls!"

Unable to bear his headache anymore, the man grudgingly agrees to have his balls cut off. To his amazement, the remedy worked and he could finally walk around with a smile on his face again. The scowl pulled long by his crusty balls gone for good.

One day he goes into a gentlemen store to look for underwear. He picks out the usual briefs and proceeds to pay for them. A senior service staff at the counter notices him. He looks him over and then at the briefs. He then says: "Sir, you know, right. If your briefs are too tight, you'll get a perpetual headache! I think you have picked briefs that are two sizes too small!"

At that, the man grabbed his rather empty crotch and wailed.

=== Alex back from India ===

A sample of domestic India plane.

After an almost 4-year stint in India, Alex of Murata Electronics Singapore shared this harrowing story of one time making a domestic flight.

The air-conditioning inside the small plane he was in - probably an ATR with that just one central aisle (see pix above) - was not working. Air inside was very warm and stiff. Alex put up a hand to check for airflow again, and found the vents to be extremely hot to touch. What's going on, he wondered.

Soon white smoke drifted over from the front of the plane as if to answer him. It wasn't an answer Alex was prepared for.

Neither the passengers too, it seemed.

According to Alex, no one panicked, everybody was calm. Or maybe the event was too shocking to comprehend.

I mean smoke filling up an aircraft cabin must be serious, right?

Yet the air stewardess moving through simply swatted at the smoke as if it was an everyday affair.

The smoke soon got thicker and alarmingly so. It shocked Alex. Is nobody seeing this? he wondered, not without thinking if his survival was at stake.

Could the engines be on fire? He asked his companion to peer out of the window to check. No fire. The props of the aircraft were still where they were and performing admirably.

Inside the cabin, the smoke continued to issue forth and build.

Er, shouldn't anyone say something?

Eventually, the captain of the plane did get on the intercom PA and announced that the aircraft's aircon had died. That they had in all probably 10 minutes left!

Alex told me he thought the captain meant the world was going to end in 10 minutes. But actually it was touchdown in ten minutes!

As you could imagine, 10 minutes in a smoke-filled cabin is very much like eternity in Limbo Land, you know, that place between Heaven and Hell after you'd died. So I could sympathise with Alex on how he must have felt at the time.

(If, in that interim, a buxomy stewardess were to approach me, then I would think I had ended up in heaven. It is in my bucket-list to expire in the arms of a double D lady with lashes so long butterfly kisses are like a Pharaoh's frond fan). If it was one of those very senior and bochap flight stewardesses from Qantas Air, I would know I was a bad boy and be sent to my room without dinner, durians, and the Internet. If it was a handsome air steward with a twitchy little finger, then I'd know it would be hell and I'll be buggered for the rest of end-time!)

In the end, even though the aircraft cabin was filled with smoke, the plane landed safely and did not catch fire. To Alex's relief.

Outside, he could see that the airport's fire services were all assembled and ready for action.

My, my, what drama and trauma to go through in a day's work!

==== Next ===

On another occasion, Alex spotted an emergency door that was clearly dented. He pointed that out to an air stewardess who simply shrugged the matter off. The plane took off just the same. So domestic air travel in India is not for the faint-hearted. *Sweat

I am wondering if people clung to the outside of the plane just as they would trains in India.

Just two of the many stories from today's Durian Party and talkcock session. Plenty more for the next round. Cheerio guys, and keep well till then.

A loose screw could make a lug loose as well. So tighten your watch screws from time to time and maybe apply super glue to prevent them from coming off. Super glue can be dissolved with nail polish remover.

This gathering was also a good time to repair the D10 watches of Barry and Ian Chiak as Dennis had brought along spare screws and a couple of extra new watches. The D10 watch is well-made and definitely value for money at $120, but its screws and lugs could become lose after prolonged use. So some regular maintenance is needed to prevent both the lugs and lug screws from falling away.

(This Panerai lug design is actually very convenient for changing straps. No fidgeting with springloaded pins, etc.)

Two new watches were passed to Willie and Alex. Guys, welcome to D10 Timekeeping! What is D10 Timekeeping? I would like to think it is looking forward to the next talkcock session. *Big smile!

Meanwhile, keep ticking and prospering, bros. Not waistline, just anything but. And Happy Hols!


=== Liaw and His Cadet Tee ====

Oh, if you look closely at the above gathering photos, you might be able to glimpse Liaw wearing his OCS cadet tee. The very one with the OCS badge and red and orange shoulder stripes. Man, amazing how he could still fit into that tee-shirt and eat all that durians and porridge, haha. Zhan!

Liaw wore the same OCS tee (as shown here on Seto) to the Durian Feast. Fantastic! Should have taken a clear shot of him in it!

- TAMAT.

Finally, the Last D10 Member is Found!

Today is a HUGE day in our D10 Reconnection journey.

The final missing member of our platoon is located and importantly, rejoined.

He is none other than our very own Willie Lim.

I remember him back in OCS as a devout Christian, always bible in hand outside the corridors of our OCS barrack. He was taller and bigger sized than me and it was always great to have him help out in weapons carry, bashing through jungle, etc. He was always cheerful (no doubt aided by a positive Christian outlook) and gung-ho; a demeanor that often brought levity to an otherwise serious platoon proceeding, especially during mission topos and training overseas.

He also had his own way of thinking and that often made our PC Ang say: "Lim Willie... Must be different!"

Whether he was quirky or into his own Christian world, it was never a doubt that Willie was a good chap to have about. He as also pretty sportive.

I recall sparring him in the boxing ring. It always felt a challenge as he was bigger and rather bullish. A good thing I took karate-do in my teens and thus was not so easily put-off.

I think in boxing we all took away some important personal lessons. But the one thing we all can agree on is how tired our arms would become, often hanging limp by our sides after each training session. Our triceps were certainly still soft as tofu during those fresh NS years.

Finding him.

I knew he was devout - and from SAJC - so my first search was if he had become a senior member of a church.

I made calls to SAJC but they were fruitless, as were searches on the Internet.

How about Facebook? As a resource it was useless. There were just tens of Willie Lims...many not anointed with a profile photo. So, how to identify if any were our Willie Lim? Of course at times I would send a Messenger message to enquire. Thus far, no replies.

After each failure to find him, I would take a break and hope something of him would appear in a Google search later. (Hopefully good news!)

I would also wonder each time I came across a Christian organisation, if Willie Lim belonged to it.

This happened one time when I passed by a Family Victory Centre near my place. I thought about it but left it at that.

Then last week, I came across a flyer from VFC. The thought of Willie's association returned and I sat down to do a Google search. I used the keywords: Willie Lim, 55

A search result with Willie Lim's name finally turned up. It listed him as a volunteer at an VFC outlet. Could it be him? Well, it was a week-day morning so I put a call to the VFC HQ. Turns out there was a Willie Lim but he was helping out at a VFC pre-school. I made some inquiries and left my number. Days passed and I forgot all about the matter.

So imagine my surprise when just the other night (Friday), I checked my phone at about 1 am+ and received the following text:

.

It was like seeing something really amazing... a lost locket or special childhood toy! And he had seen our D10 blogs!

(By this time, I had completely forgotten all about me calling VFC and trying to locate him (such was the frequent disappointment of looking for folks). It had turned out that my reach-out to VFC was fruitful. And here he was, sending me messages and even a photo!

It is really nice when an old friend is willing to reconnect.

Apparently after Willie Lim learnt I was looking for him, he went and checked up on me on the Internet, trying to affirm if I was actually doing work for D10, not for some tax collector from the IRS or "dai yi long" (debt collector) from Geylang (haha).

So, it was a fantastic day for D10. For Chee Hwa, Willie was his buddy from BMT days. He was Tiah Ann's D10 buddy. I am sure his SAJC mates will be thrilled to re-acquaint with him.

So with this, the search for D10 mates officially comes to an end. With Willie found, it behooves folks like Adrian, Mooi and Ho Soon to finally find peace of mind and circumstance to reconnect with the rest of us at Platoon 10, Delta Coy, 1/82 IOCC. We wish them well and patiently await that day.

- Happy like bird! as they say, heheh. ;-)

84mm Life Firing. Willie there holding the dummy round. Me on the gun. Fun times. ;-)

The Taiwan Di Xia Jie Incident (1980s)

Background:

This was an interview done with Poh Ian Chiak on 24th Feb 2018 to find out more about the infamous di xia jie incident at Kaoshiung's notorious underground mall in the 1980s. Platoon 10 had their R&R there in 1982 as part of OCS training. In 1985, Ian Chiak was already a "regular" officer.

Ian Chiak:
Anyway, it should be the year 1985. 4 SIR went to ROC for High Noon brigade exercise and the normal battalion exercise, Starlight. It wasn't anything eventful until R&R. R&R was in Kaoshiung. Normally we would leave the place in two batches.

Half the battalion would come back one day earlier than the other. Just before the whole battalion left the night before, I was having a drink with my unit MO (medical officer) at a piano lounge. So we didn't know anything about the di xia jie incident until we returned to the hotel. What happened was some soldiers got injured and they called our hotel for the MO's room.

Once the MO got this notification, he called me. I was in my room and together, we went downstairs. At the time I was (supposed) to be the 106 commander. But in every exercise the 106 was undeployable, so I was pulled to become an infantry company 2IC. But the soldier involved in the incident was a 106 soldier. Or more precisely, the 106 platoon sergeant and his soldier; the two of them.

And so I was asked by the MO to go along to see the soldiers, who were already back at the hotel. Therefore, what I am about to describe is what was related to me, during my investigation into the matter. I wasn't physically there at di xia jie when the incident happened.

I wasn't the official investigating officer either, but I had to find out what happened. They were my men. The IO was usually someone higher up because this actually became a huge case.

So WHAT HAPPENED WAS about two to three soldiers - my 106 men - went into a shop.

But before they got in, the shop owner told them to leave their bags outside, that it was not allowed in the shop. That particular shop sold tee-shirts.

Tuck Chong: Isn't it strange to leave their bags outside?

IC: They (the Taiwanese) had their tricks.

So soldier is soldier. Cannot bring in so they left whatever bags they were carrying outside. They then went in and bought a few things. Some were there to look-see look-see, not buy anything.

When they walked out of the shop, the owner started accusing them of stealing/shoplifting.

Of course the soldiers denied the claims.

The owner then said: "Okay, let's search your bags."

True enough some tee-shirts with price tags still on were found in some of the bags left outside.

TC: So that was their trick.

IC: The soldiers then asked their platoon sergeant to go argue for them. The sergeant did just that. The shop owner then offered to settle: "If we don't report police can. But you got to pay me."

The soldiers then countered saying they would buy the items. But the shopkeeper refused. "That's different," he said. "If you buy, it is this price. Now you are caught stealing, it is this price. You have to pay so-and-so times more."

After this incident, we learned that that was not the only time our SAF soldiers were threatened or conned. It happened at a camera shop too and our boys ended up paying for an item three times the price. They used the same modus operandi. Leave the bags outside and later got accuse the soldiers of stealing.

But those few cases never blew up until this particular one.

In this case,  the shopkeeper went and called the police. But you know, the police were also their own people. I believed the police collected protection money from them.

About this time our unit cook happened to pass by. He's a bit of a character. You could tell. On his back was tattooed the whole image of Kuan Yin. After learning what happened he confronted the lead policeman there. "Don't talk so much," he said. "You want, pull your gun out.".

The policeman (hand on his holster) dared not.

Then the cook put his hand on the policeman's grip and dared him again to pull his gun out. The policeman again resisted.

The cook then took a chair and swung at him.

The policeman tried to block and broke a finger in the effort.

Then suddenly, very quickly, the local riot police was activated

Some of our officers were there and word quickly passed around that everybody should return to their hotels.

But you know, the di xia jie mall was very closed off and had only four entrances/exits. North, South, East, West... Or something like that.

When our soldiers tried to leave, the riot police were already at the exits. The police started hitting anyone trying to leave with their batons.

During this melee, someone had the sense to tell our boys to calm down and wait for higher-ups to arrive. You see, there was about half a battalion there. I mean in Kaoshiung back then, there weren't many places to go shopping. Di xia jie was THE place to go, much like our People's Park Complex in the past.

Our SAF liaison officer - the guy in charge of our training in Taiwan - flew down from Taipei to go visit the policeman who got injured.

But no one could keep the matter quiet. It all over the major newspapers the next day. Front page news.

"Starlight troop clashed with police riot squad," they read, or something like that.

It was that serious.

After the second day, when half the battalion had returned home, my S1 called me.

"Poh, I have something for you to do."

I knew what he was about to ask. I said, "Sir, I don't think it is a good idea!"

TC: Haha!


IC: He said, "Somebody got to do it!"

You know what he wanted me to do? He wanted me to bring a few commanders and go to di xia jie to recce and make sure our soldiers didn't go there.

I asked him why he didn't go himself.

I mean I am not going to go there and get whacked. I am not going to risk my life for that.

TC: Haha...

IC: So that was 1985. In 1986 when I went back to ROC as High Noon controller, we were told di xia jie was totally out of bounds.

There were two or three stages of planning in Kaoshiung.

After the incident, Kaoshiung was still the R&R place. But di xia jie was banned. Later the whole dang place got burned down.

TC: Burned down?

IC: Maybe business became bad and the owners burned the place to collect insurance money. Or the gangsters burned the place down in order to redevelop the land. But that's beside the point.

Later R&R went to Taichung.

I think Tainan first and then Taichung, or something like that.

I was a regular then and I was always called back during NUS holidays.

TC: Do you remember going to di xia jie as a cadet?

IC: I do

TC: I remember too. I didn't stay long. The place was pretty run down even then. Ceiling boards looking decrepit. Hey, your army regular life must have been pretty interesting. Did you go Thailand?

IC: No, that's more for the Guards. I'm pure infantry. Walk the road, charge the hill... that kind of thing.

TC: I remember my reservist was quite tough on the infantry as well. Always rushing from the FUP to the objective all the while walking at a brisk pace along river banks full of pebbles. A lot of the men ended up getting blisters on their feet.

IC: That time High Noon was a very long journey. From Hengchun base all the way towards the north. Of course part of the journey was administrative. Not all areas along the area were suitable for training. But from the south to the northwards, I think we travelled some 100 km.

Ex High Noon was the biggest scale infantry exercise then. It involved two physical battalions and one skeleton with the brigade HQ.

For example, when 3 SIR went for their Starlight exercise and about to complete, 4 SIR would fly in. Then 3 and 4 SIR would combine and together, with 1 SIR skeleton, would start the High Noon exercise.

After completion, 3 SIR would fly back and 4 SIR would start their Starlight training.

I took part in High Noon in '85 as an exercise trooper; in '86 I went there as controller. 106 controller, as a matter of fact.

Because 106 was undeployable, I ended up as vehicle controller of the controllers' vehicles.

You see, when exercise starts, the controllers have to walk with the exercise troops (some 10-15 km). Someone had to look after their vehicles and bring them to the end point near the objective so the controllers could have their personal stuff back. To clean up, cook, etc.

I would end up staying at a local general's or retired colonel's house nearby or next to some provision shop.

So I often got to hear stories from some retired colonel or general, or like one time, sit beside a general's daughter whilst she played piano and together sang songs.

TC: That's not bad at all!

IC: Yes, that was in '86. Because in '85 I was with this battalion commander who quite liked me and so the next year when he became controller, he called me up and invited me to be the 106 commander, knowing there is nothing to command with the 106 outfit.

TC: Why was that so?

IC: The terrain was just not suitable/deployable. It is very funny because it was a known fact. Year in year out they still did the same thing, bring the 106 there.

TC: Were the guns there?

IC: Yes, the guns were always stored there.

TC: How were the Taiwanese involved?

IC: They only drove the troops, these "malao" drivers. So my job was to bring the vehicles from one place to the other. For 10-11 days at a stretch.

Along the way I could have stopped and gone for a sauna, haha. But I never did. You see, there's one day and a night of time to kill. It's always dawn attack dawn attack. So the troops would walk the night and do the dawn attack at about the time I would wake up, haha.

TC: Wah, you really "keok tiok".

IC: Haha, I don't need to eat combat ration; along the way there were all these shops...

TC: I like our training areas there actually. One day must go back there walk walk. The south is lovely.

IC: Now is different. The villagers attitude towards us has changed. Very different from '85 time. Now they don't hew you already. If you park your vehicle next to their shop, they will come out and chase you away. Last time, they welcomed you, especially High Noon.

TC: How come?

IC: You see, in the south, they already had the bad impression of us for many years. But in High Noon, we moved from the south all the way northwards almost to Taichung. The areas along the way had very little contact with us SAF soldiers before, so they welcomed us. But it later became the same when we go and spoil their vegetables, farmland, etc, etc.

TC: I wonder if they ever complained about us to their government

IC: Some of them were also very cunning. They themselves go and do something funny to their farm to claim compensation. Especially that part of the farm that's lousy or is bad already

TC: You regular for how long?

IC: Six years

My army life was more interesting during reservist.

During reservist I enjoyed myself. During admin meetings my CO would always tell his runner: "Don't buy beer for anybody else except Capt Poh." Haha...

TC: Why so special? (Haha)

IC: I dunno

TC: Ni de jiu liang hao (you good drinker). Drink can still function.

IC: But it was reservist what, you can behave a little different. When "active" cannot.

Especially defence exercise. CO, S3 come look for me cannot always find me. I got look-out mah. With 2 PDF, we were always talking about coastal defence, or some very spread out kind of operation. So they cannot claim they cannot find me. I could always be somewhere else, haha.

That's why I say my S2 was really intelligent. An intelligence officer that is actually intelligent.

Before he came to my training area, he would say, "You go buy a few cans of beer."

When he sees my runner or look-out he would tell him: "You go tell your OC I got beer for him."

I would then magically appear, haha.

TC: Haha

IC: You know, the old 2 PDF was actually located in Terror Camp our old ITD in Sembawang. The mess was not allowed to sell beer in the afternoon. But when my battalion goes there, they would. So after lunch I could go for one ot two glasses of beer before training.

It seems back then, I had a lot of special privileges when it came to beer.

Poh Ian Chiak - 2018

TC: Thanks, Poh, for the interview.

IC: No problem.

- The End