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從營長到工程官的經歷橫跨陸海空三軍From Battalion Commander to Engineering Officer: Experience Spanning the Army, Navy and Air Force
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（營長生涯之一） 在總部政三處時當年陸軍計劃採購一批南非生湰的V－150輪型甲車，廠商派人在湖口裝甲基地實施性能展示，由參謀總長宋長治一級上將主持，郝總司令及衆多將領均出席，處長派我代表政三出席，聼取兩位洋人簡報後進行性能實測有通過水稻田、攀越土堤、大角度側傾前進及大角度爬坡、涉水........等項目均軽易完成，這款甲車就是後來陳水扁進入指揮所演習用來炫耀及招搖過市的道具，不過在歷次的救災任務中卻發揮了相當的功效。 營長完成佈達後即與原任營長趙漢隆學長辦理交接，他非常仔細地說明單位特性及需注意事項以利我儘速進入狀況，小型基地指揮官是由八軍團工指部指揮官李惠鈞學長兼任，非常和藹親切，本營順利完成基地訓練後返回屏東駐地，因為預備師兵源未編實，兩個工兵連各只有一排的兵力，全營加起來只有我當連長時的半個連兵力，但是工兵裝備及槍枝等卻是編足的，每年的教召任務用得上，車輛仍然和我當連長時一様老舊且零件補充不易，回到駐地第三天師長蔡廣福少將親自巡視本營停車場所有駕駛均在場保養車輌，他檢視了手中一堆2404表（車輛保養紀錄表）後很不滿地丟在地上，阿兵哥們都嚇呆了，我屈身將那些散落一地的表格一一撿起並向師長報告會儘速改進，我想他或許是要給我這總部監察官下來的新營長一個下馬威，營區房舍係鋁皮結構窗戶為一片片正方型玻璃加鋁框以一支鋁桿向外推出後固定住，營房四週都是高大的土芒果樹（全營區的椰子及芒果均外包給民間採收），每逢突刮大風芒果掉落打得屋頂發出巨響，全營緊急入屋收回玻璃窗，否則打破一片就得損失五十元，收集的落果清洗後成了餐後士兵們的水果。本營平時負責營房屋頂翻修工程，我另兼師工兵組長及營繕工程隊長職務。奉令將衛武營及新開兩個營區的厠所原來一條溝式的改善為抽水蹲式馬桶，材料招標後由本營負責施工，前後一個多月完成十多間厠所改善工程。
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（營長生涯之二） 在部隊中主官被要求隨時配掛手槍以應付單位中突發狀況（除了洗澡及睡覺之外）當連長時是點四五手槍，時裝片中黑社會火併時常用，彈匣容量七發（為何電影中的男主角總是有打不完的子彈）更換弾匣僅需兩三秒，口徑大殺傷力強有效射程遠是其特點，我任營長配發的是點三八囗徑左輪手槍（西部片中牛仔用的）不禁使我想起孩童時期過新年時父親總會買一把像左輪手槍的玩具槍給我，裝上紅色紙捲的子彈與其他小朋友玩槍戰，當然腰帶及槍套是必然配備，記得十一歲那年父親買了兩把槍給我左右各配一把在村中走路都覺有風，如今有了真的左輪手槍反而心中有股沉重的壓力，真希望它永遠不需上膛派上用場。有句話說＂人多好辦事＂每逢裝備檢查時當上級宣布所有裝備原地受檢時大夥都像中了彩券一樣高興，但下令集中到中正堂陳列受檢時可慘了，數十箱的槍枝及工兵裝備全要扛到數百公尺外的場地開箱陳列檢查完再扛回庫房，人手不足是所有預備師幹部的夢靨。 某日師部令本營在大操場舗設混凝土直昇機埸及師集合埸加閱兵分列走道，水泥砂石等經費由軍團撥發，總面積約兩個籃球埸大，這也是我任營長以來第一項正式的工程心想一定要盡力作好千萬不能漏氣讓人看扁了。
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（營長生涯之三） 接受直昇機場工程任務後師部從砲指部等其他單位抽調六十名兵力加入本營施工部隊，首先要將操場草皮移植到營區週邊坡崁再挖除約三十多公分厚的土方，因無租用怪手及小山貓預算全靠人力以圓鍬及十字鎬作業，將底部整平後舖上大鵝卵石小鵝卵石將伸縮縫區劃好之後逐塊灌入混凝土，利用租借的攪拌機將水泥、砂、碎石、水按一定之水灰比倒入拌合後轉動機器上的方向盤即可將混凝土逐次注入排隊等候的單輪手推車斗內，裝滿後即沿著地上約一呎寛的木板到達指定區塊傾倒後由專人以器具刮平，有些弟兄初期不得要領左右手失去平衡中途翻倒，經指導糾正後均能順利作業，我每天全程在埸無論是排卵石、挑砂石、推獨輪車、操作攪拌機⋯等工作均親身體驗，瞭解工作難易程度作為次日兵力調配之依據，腳上的黑膠鞋及草綠色軍服都是水泥每天全身髒兮兮的，屏東的烈日晒得我們都像黑人一樣，師長及主任經常巡視工地對施工進度及紀律都很滿意，大面積的水泥地坪不能忽視排水問題，先定出中心點高度後依洩水坡度施工才不致於雨後積水，直昇機場還要在地面上定點打入四具環型鎖機椿椿底以銅線焊接至預先打入土中姆指粗一米五長的銅棒以防雷撃損坯直昇機，全部舗設完成後養護期間每日派員灑水，最後等表面乾透後在伸縮縫中注入瀝青，並以白色道路漆劃一大圓圈中央劃一大大的英文字母＂H＂直昇機Helicopters的代號。完工後約一星期軍團派員驗收合格通過，心中一塊大石終於放下，真的要感謝弟兄們將近一個月的辛勞努力，後來全師集合及閲兵分列時師長還特別表揚感謝本營完成此項工程。
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（營長生涯之四） 完成直昇機埸工程後回復正常之駐地訓練，下午第八節課本營經常組隊與衛生營籃球賽，本營除我之外尚有輔導長趙志成少校、台大預官范恆達、趙漢強（本營前任營長趙漢隆學長之胞弟真是巧）及其他士官兵，兩隊實力相當互有輸贏。不久師長蔡少將奉令調職，全師主官歡送師長茶會時政戰主任王廉中上校私下告訴我說經過這段期間他和師長都肯定我負責盡職的工作態度，我心想這下總算扭轉我在師長心中的印象，也感謝師長嚴格地要求使我時刻警惕自己不得懈怠。新任師長由李榕發少將接任，長相褔態喜愛打籃球偶爾會率師部幕僚與我們友誼賽，他的外線還蠻準的，通常下午三四點鐘只要接到通信營長的電話就是準備換裝到師部前的球場報到。師主任王上校不久也奉令調總部政四處長由林天埊上校接任笑口常開話匣子一打開就很難關。當年陸軍推動一股運動風，要求士官兵加強跳箱、跳高、跳遠，我們挖沙坑派大卡車到海邊運沙回來填滿，自製跳高桿架，由我親自示範跳遠助跑及起跳要領，跳高則分別示範伏滾及剪刀兩種方式，每天不斷操練。不久又接獲指示陸軍將橄欖球列為軍種球，因為它勇猛衝撞的大無畏精神類似陸軍特性，每個營區要闢建橄欖球埸，此項任務自然由本營負責，我只記得官校的橄欖球場兩端各有一座H型鋼管架，經查閱資料得知其長寛高等尺寸，利用參三科撥下之經費買了些鋼管以電焊機焊接成H型鋼架埋入操場兩端達陣區，邊線按尺寸以白石灰標示，球場綠油油的草地很漂亮可惜使用率偏低（沒幾個士官兵會打）實在可惜。
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（營長生涯之五） 本營工兵連編裝有兩輛載運推土機的平板拖車而全營只有副營長梁少校有特種車輛駕照，向師部要求撥派駕駛亦因缺乏該種車之駕駛而未果，且上級近期也沒有開辦駕訓班計劃，進基地時由副營長將那兩部車由屏東開到台南基地，出基地時再開回來，奉令派推土機支援涼山靶場施工也是由他開車前往，另外本營有一台平路機缺乏作業手平時指派士兵基本保養，軍團裝檢時師部下令所有機具集中陳列大操場，全營沒人會開那台平路機，幸好我在工兵學校初級班時曾學過平路機及推土機作業，此時只有親自出馬將它開到定位，它的方向操控靠兩隻拉桿前後拉動因速度不快營區道路車輛很少較無安全顧慮，當我將它由車場開出前往大操場時圍觀的阿兵哥們個個目瞪口呆，驚訝營長居然會開平路機，其實我也只記得前進後退及轉向，至於如何降下刮刀作業巳記不得了（九年前學的）。每年一次的部隊營級主官本職學能測驗在中壢龍崗的士官學校實施，全軍工兵及通信營長約近百人受測，學科測驗準則、術科有五千公尺跑步、手槍射擊、單兵攻擊、立正不動一小時，術科前兩項應無爭議，至於工兵及通信營長測驗步兵單兵攻擊究竟有何用意另外立正一小時根本就是烈日下集體罰站。手槍射擊大部份營長均使用點四五手槍，我及幾位預備師營長則使用點三八左輪手槍，許多同學營長都很好奇地看我如何裝彈及射擊，五千公尺跑步在士校營區內道路測驗，我一馬當先抵達終點時第二名的跑者尚未出現在道路盡頭的轉角處。測驗完畢返回屏東駐地後立即忙著營區阻絶植物栽種任務。
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（營長生涯之六） 為加強營區阻絕設施，上級下令在營區週圍土堤大量種植瓊蔴及九重葛等有刺植物防止歹徒潛入也防阿兵哥溜到營外滋事，本營分配責任區段約三百公尺長，先開闢苗圃插枝育活後再移植至土堤，各單位均派車至恆春一帶挖掘野生瓊蔴回來切段插枝，阿兵哥們都爭取前往心想可以外出散心，但是回來後個個手腳掛彩很是狼狽。師部定期派員驗收各單位成果，某單位自作聰明買了一些現成的苗株大量栽種，結果經檢查該品種僅葉片尖端很硬葉緣無刺不是上級規定葉緣有很多尖刺的品種需全數拔掉重種，真是偷雞不成蝕把米。某日下午我留値完畢請准補休一天假剛剛抵達鳳山家中還未抱起未滿週歲的女兒便接到副營長電話説副師長O少將要巡視各單位環境清潔，命我立即趕回營區（一定要主官陪同）我立即乘公路局車到屏東火車站再轉屏東客運往山地門的車經麟洛、內埔到龍泉營區，副師長見到我劈頭就駡＂是我檢查環境重要還是你休假重要＂我心想每個單位編制有副主官是何意義，不能將心比心體恤部屬的長官領導統御是失敗的。但是另外一位副師長田鴻雁上校則非常令我敬佩及懐念，他不厭其煩地指導我許多公文用字遣詞的技巧及做事要領使我在參謀作業方面頗有收益。
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（營長生涯之七） 預傋師不像一般重裝師有師対抗演習，其主要任務在負責新兵訓練及教召動員，接到教召任務後全營忙著準備突然多出兩百多人的食、衣、住、行事誼，首先向位於屏東新開的新訓歩兵旅洽借營舍、廚房，教召員報到時立即撥發個人經理裝備，由於軍服不完全合身他們穿上後會互相潮笑，此刻我突然擁有完整一個營的兵力但他們軍事動作均已生疏，從內務整理到槍枝分解結合都要重新訓練，行進唱軍歌也不外是「九條好漢在一班」及「我有一枝槍」這兩首，我覺得自己像是救國團辦的戰鬥營班主任，教召期間除了政治教育便是一般工兵基礎課程如地雷、爆破、連結、植椿⋯等。結訓前實施行軍測驗，由於他們多半忙於工作缺乏運動體力自然較差，在屏鵝公路上有些零散，我命全營幹部分段負責全神注意動向，因為若有教召員帶著步槍跑掉了那可是代誌大條啦。 師參謀長某日至本營例行環境內務檢查，我及營部軍官陪同在旁，他推開某一小房間的門同時問說＂這是誰的房間＂本營工材官楊少尉（台大土木系預官）立馬上前答說＂報告長官是屬下的＂參謀長立即大聲說＂什麼屬下屬上的＂。我們都覺得楊少尉的用詞有點怪怪的但忍住不敢笑。事隔三十年之後當年的工材官成了南部某市府的工務局長卻因一次氣爆意外而引咎下台。 某日接獲父親由台北新店打來電話説母親上午爬山途中不慎跌倒致右小腿骨折送醫急診，正好我擔任營區値星官，我乃商請衛生營長代理値星任務待下週再由我互換代他，經向參謀長報告狀況請假回臺北探視母親病情，他説我又不是醫生回去也幫不上忙，命我等週六中午値星交接後再回臺北，五天之後的週六上午我向他報告交值星任務後能於中午十二時離營時他又說夲營浴室洗臉台有兩片磁磚脫落待補好後才能走（週六上午檢查之缺失已經派員修復）且需待下午由他親自檢查合格才行。我到達新店已經晚上九點了，母親右腳打了石膏，父親原本對於廚房事務完全不會，幾天下來竟也能弄出三菜一湯的伙食，當然味道仍然無法和母親相比，在新店停留兩天後便回到營區。 任職營長約一年左右上級下達精簡案，所有預備師的工兵、通信、補保、衛生等四個直屬營全部裁撤改為連，我成了屏東師的末代工兵營長，師部找了一間空屋放四張床作為我們四位營長寢室每天隨師部軍官團早晚點名跑步用餐，操課時間則看書打發，副參謀長有空時也會來和我們下下棋聊天，所謂無事一身輕，過著等待發落的日子，某位營長忙著打電話寫信給老長官爭取安插職務，他問我說＂你怎麼一點都不急＂我開玩笑地答說＂此處不留爺自有留爺處＂。自畢業任官以來從未因為升遷調職打過一通電話或寫信，都是接到人令才知道自己的下一站，做為職業軍人本就應該上級派你到那你就到那，在待命寢室一個多月後終於接獲陸總部人令調我到後勤署四組任中校工程官，辭别了師部長官及原營內弟兄後離開龍泉營區也結束了一年多的營長生涯又回到龍潭的大漢營區，後四組辦公室在八號門附近距我原先的政三處不遠，從此開始了工程官生涯。
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懷舊篇-181
（營長生涯之一） 在總部政三處時當年陸軍計劃採購一批南非生湰的V－150輪型甲車，廠商派人在湖口裝甲基地實施性能展示，由參謀總長宋長治一級上將主持，郝總司令及衆多將領均出席，處長派我代表政三出席，聼取兩位洋人簡報後進行性能實測有通過水稻田、攀越土堤、大角度側傾前進及大角度爬坡、涉水........等項目均軽易完成，這款甲車就是後來陳水扁進入指揮所演習用來炫耀及招搖過市的道具，不過在歷次的救災任務中卻發揮了相當的功效。 營長完成佈達後即與原任營長趙漢隆學長辦理交接，他非常仔細地說明單位特性及需注意事項以利我儘速進入狀況，小型基地指揮官是由八軍團工指部指揮官李惠鈞學長兼任，非常和藹親切，本營順利完成基地訓練後返回屏東駐地，因為預備師兵源未編實，兩個工兵連各只有一排的兵力，全營加起來只有我當連長時的半個連兵力，但是工兵裝備及槍枝等卻是編足的，每年的教召任務用得上，車輛仍然和我當連長時一様老舊且零件補充不易，回到駐地第三天師長蔡廣福少將親自巡視本營停車場所有駕駛均在場保養車輌，他檢視了手中一堆2404表（車輛保養紀錄表）後很不滿地丟在地上，阿兵哥們都嚇呆了，我屈身將那些散落一地的表格一一撿起並向師長報告會儘速改進，我想他或許是要給我這總部監察官下來的新營長一個下馬威，營區房舍係鋁皮結構窗戶為一片片正方型玻璃加鋁框以一支鋁桿向外推出後固定住，營房四週都是高大的土芒果樹（全營區的椰子及芒果均外包給民間採收），每逢突刮大風芒果掉落打得屋頂發出巨響，全營緊急入屋收回玻璃窗，否則打破一片就得損失五十元，收集的落果清洗後成了餐後士兵們的水果。本營平時負責營房屋頂翻修工程，我另兼師工兵組長及營繕工程隊長職務。奉令將衛武營及新開兩個營區的厠所原來一條溝式的改善為抽水蹲式馬桶，材料招標後由本營負責施工，前後一個多月完成十多間厠所改善工程。
懷舊篇-182
（營長生涯之二） 在部隊中主官被要求隨時配掛手槍以應付單位中突發狀況（除了洗澡及睡覺之外）當連長時是點四五手槍，時裝片中黑社會火併時常用，彈匣容量七發（為何電影中的男主角總是有打不完的子彈）更換弾匣僅需兩三秒，口徑大殺傷力強有效射程遠是其特點，我任營長配發的是點三八囗徑左輪手槍（西部片中牛仔用的）不禁使我想起孩童時期過新年時父親總會買一把像左輪手槍的玩具槍給我，裝上紅色紙捲的子彈與其他小朋友玩槍戰，當然腰帶及槍套是必然配備，記得十一歲那年父親買了兩把槍給我左右各配一把在村中走路都覺有風，如今有了真的左輪手槍反而心中有股沉重的壓力，真希望它永遠不需上膛派上用場。有句話說＂人多好辦事＂每逢裝備檢查時當上級宣布所有裝備原地受檢時大夥都像中了彩券一樣高興，但下令集中到中正堂陳列受檢時可慘了，數十箱的槍枝及工兵裝備全要扛到數百公尺外的場地開箱陳列檢查完再扛回庫房，人手不足是所有預備師幹部的夢靨。 某日師部令本營在大操場舗設混凝土直昇機埸及師集合埸加閱兵分列走道，水泥砂石等經費由軍團撥發，總面積約兩個籃球埸大，這也是我任營長以來第一項正式的工程心想一定要盡力作好千萬不能漏氣讓人看扁了。
懷舊篇-183
（營長生涯之三） 接受直昇機場工程任務後師部從砲指部等其他單位抽調六十名兵力加入本營施工部隊，首先要將操場草皮移植到營區週邊坡崁再挖除約三十多公分厚的土方，因無租用怪手及小山貓預算全靠人力以圓鍬及十字鎬作業，將底部整平後舖上大鵝卵石小鵝卵石將伸縮縫區劃好之後逐塊灌入混凝土，利用租借的攪拌機將水泥、砂、碎石、水按一定之水灰比倒入拌合後轉動機器上的方向盤即可將混凝土逐次注入排隊等候的單輪手推車斗內，裝滿後即沿著地上約一呎寛的木板到達指定區塊傾倒後由專人以器具刮平，有些弟兄初期不得要領左右手失去平衡中途翻倒，經指導糾正後均能順利作業，我每天全程在埸無論是排卵石、挑砂石、推獨輪車、操作攪拌機⋯等工作均親身體驗，瞭解工作難易程度作為次日兵力調配之依據，腳上的黑膠鞋及草綠色軍服都是水泥每天全身髒兮兮的，屏東的烈日晒得我們都像黑人一樣，師長及主任經常巡視工地對施工進度及紀律都很滿意，大面積的水泥地坪不能忽視排水問題，先定出中心點高度後依洩水坡度施工才不致於雨後積水，直昇機場還要在地面上定點打入四具環型鎖機椿椿底以銅線焊接至預先打入土中姆指粗一米五長的銅棒以防雷撃損坯直昇機，全部舗設完成後養護期間每日派員灑水，最後等表面乾透後在伸縮縫中注入瀝青，並以白色道路漆劃一大圓圈中央劃一大大的英文字母＂H＂直昇機Helicopters的代號。完工後約一星期軍團派員驗收合格通過，心中一塊大石終於放下，真的要感謝弟兄們將近一個月的辛勞努力，後來全師集合及閲兵分列時師長還特別表揚感謝本營完成此項工程。
懷舊篇-184
（營長生涯之四） 完成直昇機埸工程後回復正常之駐地訓練，下午第八節課本營經常組隊與衛生營籃球賽，本營除我之外尚有輔導長趙志成少校、台大預官范恆達、趙漢強（本營前任營長趙漢隆學長之胞弟真是巧）及其他士官兵，兩隊實力相當互有輸贏。不久師長蔡少將奉令調職，全師主官歡送師長茶會時政戰主任王廉中上校私下告訴我說經過這段期間他和師長都肯定我負責盡職的工作態度，我心想這下總算扭轉我在師長心中的印象，也感謝師長嚴格地要求使我時刻警惕自己不得懈怠。新任師長由李榕發少將接任，長相褔態喜愛打籃球偶爾會率師部幕僚與我們友誼賽，他的外線還蠻準的，通常下午三四點鐘只要接到通信營長的電話就是準備換裝到師部前的球場報到。師主任王上校不久也奉令調總部政四處長由林天埊上校接任笑口常開話匣子一打開就很難關。當年陸軍推動一股運動風，要求士官兵加強跳箱、跳高、跳遠，我們挖沙坑派大卡車到海邊運沙回來填滿，自製跳高桿架，由我親自示範跳遠助跑及起跳要領，跳高則分別示範伏滾及剪刀兩種方式，每天不斷操練。不久又接獲指示陸軍將橄欖球列為軍種球，因為它勇猛衝撞的大無畏精神類似陸軍特性，每個營區要闢建橄欖球埸，此項任務自然由本營負責，我只記得官校的橄欖球場兩端各有一座H型鋼管架，經查閱資料得知其長寛高等尺寸，利用參三科撥下之經費買了些鋼管以電焊機焊接成H型鋼架埋入操場兩端達陣區，邊線按尺寸以白石灰標示，球場綠油油的草地很漂亮可惜使用率偏低（沒幾個士官兵會打）實在可惜。
懷舊篇之185
（營長生涯之五） 本營工兵連編裝有兩輛載運推土機的平板拖車而全營只有副營長梁少校有特種車輛駕照，向師部要求撥派駕駛亦因缺乏該種車之駕駛而未果，且上級近期也沒有開辦駕訓班計劃，進基地時由副營長將那兩部車由屏東開到台南基地，出基地時再開回來，奉令派推土機支援涼山靶場施工也是由他開車前往，另外本營有一台平路機缺乏作業手平時指派士兵基本保養，軍團裝檢時師部下令所有機具集中陳列大操場，全營沒人會開那台平路機，幸好我在工兵學校初級班時曾學過平路機及推土機作業，此時只有親自出馬將它開到定位，它的方向操控靠兩隻拉桿前後拉動因速度不快營區道路車輛很少較無安全顧慮，當我將它由車場開出前往大操場時圍觀的阿兵哥們個個目瞪口呆，驚訝營長居然會開平路機，其實我也只記得前進後退及轉向，至於如何降下刮刀作業巳記不得了（九年前學的）。每年一次的部隊營級主官本職學能測驗在中壢龍崗的士官學校實施，全軍工兵及通信營長約近百人受測，學科測驗準則、術科有五千公尺跑步、手槍射擊、單兵攻擊、立正不動一小時，術科前兩項應無爭議，至於工兵及通信營長測驗步兵單兵攻擊究竟有何用意另外立正一小時根本就是烈日下集體罰站。手槍射擊大部份營長均使用點四五手槍，我及幾位預備師營長則使用點三八左輪手槍，許多同學營長都很好奇地看我如何裝彈及射擊，五千公尺跑步在士校營區內道路測驗，我一馬當先抵達終點時第二名的跑者尚未出現在道路盡頭的轉角處。測驗完畢返回屏東駐地後立即忙著營區阻絶植物栽種任務。
懷舊篇-186
（營長生涯之六） 為加強營區阻絕設施，上級下令在營區週圍土堤大量種植瓊蔴及九重葛等有刺植物防止歹徒潛入也防阿兵哥溜到營外滋事，本營分配責任區段約三百公尺長，先開闢苗圃插枝育活後再移植至土堤，各單位均派車至恆春一帶挖掘野生瓊蔴回來切段插枝，阿兵哥們都爭取前往心想可以外出散心，但是回來後個個手腳掛彩很是狼狽。師部定期派員驗收各單位成果，某單位自作聰明買了一些現成的苗株大量栽種，結果經檢查該品種僅葉片尖端很硬葉緣無刺不是上級規定葉緣有很多尖刺的品種需全數拔掉重種，真是偷雞不成蝕把米。某日下午我留値完畢請准補休一天假剛剛抵達鳳山家中還未抱起未滿週歲的女兒便接到副營長電話説副師長O少將要巡視各單位環境清潔，命我立即趕回營區（一定要主官陪同）我立即乘公路局車到屏東火車站再轉屏東客運往山地門的車經麟洛、內埔到龍泉營區，副師長見到我劈頭就駡＂是我檢查環境重要還是你休假重要＂我心想每個單位編制有副主官是何意義，不能將心比心體恤部屬的長官領導統御是失敗的。但是另外一位副師長田鴻雁上校則非常令我敬佩及懐念，他不厭其煩地指導我許多公文用字遣詞的技巧及做事要領使我在參謀作業方面頗有收益。
懷舊篇-187
（營長生涯之七） 預傋師不像一般重裝師有師対抗演習，其主要任務在負責新兵訓練及教召動員，接到教召任務後全營忙著準備突然多出兩百多人的食、衣、住、行事誼，首先向位於屏東新開的新訓歩兵旅洽借營舍、廚房，教召員報到時立即撥發個人經理裝備，由於軍服不完全合身他們穿上後會互相潮笑，此刻我突然擁有完整一個營的兵力但他們軍事動作均已生疏，從內務整理到槍枝分解結合都要重新訓練，行進唱軍歌也不外是「九條好漢在一班」及「我有一枝槍」這兩首，我覺得自己像是救國團辦的戰鬥營班主任，教召期間除了政治教育便是一般工兵基礎課程如地雷、爆破、連結、植椿⋯等。結訓前實施行軍測驗，由於他們多半忙於工作缺乏運動體力自然較差，在屏鵝公路上有些零散，我命全營幹部分段負責全神注意動向，因為若有教召員帶著步槍跑掉了那可是代誌大條啦。 師參謀長某日至本營例行環境內務檢查，我及營部軍官陪同在旁，他推開某一小房間的門同時問說＂這是誰的房間＂本營工材官楊少尉（台大土木系預官）立馬上前答說＂報告長官是屬下的＂參謀長立即大聲說＂什麼屬下屬上的＂。我們都覺得楊少尉的用詞有點怪怪的但忍住不敢笑。事隔三十年之後當年的工材官成了南部某市府的工務局長卻因一次氣爆意外而引咎下台。 某日接獲父親由台北新店打來電話説母親上午爬山途中不慎跌倒致右小腿骨折送醫急診，正好我擔任營區値星官，我乃商請衛生營長代理値星任務待下週再由我互換代他，經向參謀長報告狀況請假回臺北探視母親病情，他説我又不是醫生回去也幫不上忙，命我等週六中午値星交接後再回臺北，五天之後的週六上午我向他報告交值星任務後能於中午十二時離營時他又說夲營浴室洗臉台有兩片磁磚脫落待補好後才能走（週六上午檢查之缺失已經派員修復）且需待下午由他親自檢查合格才行。我到達新店已經晚上九點了，母親右腳打了石膏，父親原本對於廚房事務完全不會，幾天下來竟也能弄出三菜一湯的伙食，當然味道仍然無法和母親相比，在新店停留兩天後便回到營區。 任職營長約一年左右上級下達精簡案，所有預備師的工兵、通信、補保、衛生等四個直屬營全部裁撤改為連，我成了屏東師的末代工兵營長，師部找了一間空屋放四張床作為我們四位營長寢室每天隨師部軍官團早晚點名跑步用餐，操課時間則看書打發，副參謀長有空時也會來和我們下下棋聊天，所謂無事一身輕，過著等待發落的日子，某位營長忙著打電話寫信給老長官爭取安插職務，他問我說＂你怎麼一點都不急＂我開玩笑地答說＂此處不留爺自有留爺處＂。自畢業任官以來從未因為升遷調職打過一通電話或寫信，都是接到人令才知道自己的下一站，做為職業軍人本就應該上級派你到那你就到那，在待命寢室一個多月後終於接獲陸總部人令調我到後勤署四組任中校工程官，辭别了師部長官及原營內弟兄後離開龍泉營區也結束了一年多的營長生涯又回到龍潭的大漢營區，後四組辦公室在八號門附近距我原先的政三處不遠，從此開始了工程官生涯。
Translated from the Chinese by AI (Claude) in November 2026. Not yet reviewed by the author. The PDF lost 224 characters its font couldn’t show; they were filled in from context before translating.
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Nostalgic Piece 181
(My Years as a Battalion Commander, Part 1) When I was in Political Section 3 at headquarters, the army planned to buy a batch of South African-made V-150 wheeled armored vehicles. The manufacturer sent people to give a performance demonstration at the Hukou armored base, presided over by the Chief of the General Staff, Admiral Soong Chang-chih, and attended by Commander-in-Chief Hau and many generals. The department director sent me to attend on behalf of Political Section 3. After a briefing by two Westerners came the live performance tests: crossing rice paddies, climbing an earth embankment, driving at a steep sideways tilt, climbing a steep slope, fording water, and so on. The vehicle handled them all with ease. This was the vehicle that Chen Shui-bian later used as a prop to show off and parade around in when he entered a command post during an exercise, though in many disaster relief missions it proved quite useful. Once my appointment as battalion commander had been announced, I carried out the handover with the previous commander, senior classmate Zhao Hanlong. He explained very carefully the unit's character and the things to watch out for, so that I could get up to speed quickly. The commander of the small base was senior classmate Li Huijun, commander of the 8th Army Group's Engineer Command, who held the post concurrently and was very kind and amiable. Our battalion completed its base training smoothly and returned to its station in Pingtung. Because the reserve division was not fully manned, each of the two engineer companies had only a platoon's worth of men, and the whole battalion together had only half the strength of the company I had commanded. But the engineer equipment and weapons were at full establishment, to be used for the annual reservist call-up training. The vehicles were as old as they had been when I was a company commander, and spare parts were hard to come by. On the third day after we returned to station, the division commander, Major General Cai Guangfu, personally inspected our battalion's motor pool, where all the drivers were maintaining their vehicles. He looked through a stack of Form 2404s (vehicle maintenance records) in his hand and then threw them on the ground in displeasure. The soldiers were stunned. I bent down, picked up the scattered forms one by one, and reported to him that we would improve as quickly as possible. I think he may have wanted to put the new battalion commander, just come down from being an inspector at headquarters, firmly in his place from the start. The barracks were built of aluminum sheeting. The windows were square panes of glass in aluminum frames, pushed outward and held open with an aluminum rod. All around the barracks stood tall native mango trees (the coconuts and mangoes of the whole camp were contracted out to civilians to harvest). Whenever a strong wind suddenly blew up, falling mangoes hit the roofs with loud bangs, and the whole battalion rushed indoors to pull the windows shut; otherwise every broken pane cost fifty dollars. The fallen fruit we gathered was washed and became the soldiers' fruit after meals. Our battalion was normally responsible for re-roofing the barracks, and I also served concurrently as the division's engineer section chief and leader of the barracks construction team. We were ordered to convert the toilets in two camps, Weiwuying and Xinkai, from the old single-trench type to flush squat toilets. After the materials were put out to tender, our battalion did the construction, and in a little over a month we finished improving more than ten toilets.
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(My Years as a Battalion Commander, Part 2) In the forces, commanding officers were required to wear a pistol at all times, except when bathing or sleeping, to deal with any sudden incident in the unit. As a company commander I carried a .45 pistol, the kind often used in gang shootouts in films set in modern times. Its magazine held seven rounds (so why does the hero in films never run out of bullets?), and changing a magazine took only two or three seconds. Its large caliber, great stopping power and long effective range were what set it apart. As a battalion commander I was issued a .38 caliber revolver (the kind cowboys use in westerns). It couldn't help reminding me of my childhood, when every New Year my father would buy me a toy gun that looked like a revolver. I loaded it with red paper caps and played gunfights with the other children, and of course a belt and holster were essential gear. I remember that the year I was eleven, my father bought me two guns, and with one on each hip I walked around the village feeling like I owned the place. Now that I had a real revolver, I felt instead a heavy weight on my heart, and I truly hoped it would never need to be loaded and used. There is a saying, "Many hands make light work." At every equipment inspection, when the higher-ups announced that all equipment would be inspected in place, everyone was as happy as if they had won the lottery. But when the order came to bring everything to the Zhongzheng Hall for display, it was misery: dozens of crates of weapons and engineer equipment all had to be carried to a site hundreds of meters away, unpacked and laid out, and then after the inspection carried back to the storeroom. Shortage of hands was the nightmare of every reserve division cadre. One day division headquarters ordered our battalion to pave a concrete helipad on the big parade ground, together with a division assembly area and a lane for the parade march-past. The funds for cement, sand and gravel were allocated by the army group, and the total area was about the size of two basketball courts. This was also my first formal construction project since becoming battalion commander, and I told myself I must do my very best to get it right and never slip up and have people look down on me.
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(My Years as a Battalion Commander, Part 3) After we took on the helipad project, division headquarters drew sixty men from the artillery command and other units to join our battalion's construction force. First the turf of the parade ground had to be transplanted onto the slopes and banks around the camp, and then about thirty-odd centimeters of soil dug out. There was no budget to rent an excavator or a skid-steer loader, so it was all done by hand with shovels and pickaxes. Once the bottom had been leveled, we laid large cobblestones and then small ones, marked out the expansion joints, and poured the concrete section by section. In a rented mixer, cement, sand, crushed stone and water were added at a set water-cement ratio and mixed; then, by turning the wheel on the machine, the concrete could be poured, load after load, into the wheelbarrows lined up waiting. Once full, each was pushed along planks about a foot wide laid on the ground to its designated section and tipped out, and men assigned to the task smoothed it with tools. At first some of the men didn't have the knack, lost the balance between their left and right hands and tipped over on the way, but after some guidance and correction they all worked smoothly. I was on site the whole time every day and tried every job myself, whether laying cobbles, carrying sand and gravel, pushing a wheelbarrow or operating the mixer, so that I understood how hard each job was and could use that as a basis for assigning manpower the next day. My black rubber shoes and olive-green uniform were covered in cement, I was filthy from head to toe every day, and the fierce Pingtung sun burned us all as dark as Black people. The division commander and the political director often inspected the site and were very satisfied with our progress and discipline. With such a large area of concrete, drainage could not be neglected: first we fixed the height of the center point, then built to the drainage gradient so that water would not pool after rain. The helipad also needed four ring-type tie-down anchors driven into the ground at set points. The bottom of each anchor was joined by welded copper wire to a copper rod as thick as a thumb and a meter and a half long, driven into the soil beforehand, to protect the helicopters from lightning. After all the paving was finished, men were sent to sprinkle water on it every day while it cured. Finally, once the surface was thoroughly dry, asphalt was poured into the expansion joints, and in white road paint we drew a large circle with a big English letter "H" in the middle, the symbol for Helicopters. About a week after completion the army group sent people to inspect it, and it passed. A great weight was finally lifted from my mind. I truly have to thank the men for nearly a month of hard work. Later, at a full assembly and march-past of the whole division, the division commander made a point of commending and thanking our battalion for completing this project.
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(Battalion Commander, Part 4) Once the helicopter pad was finished, we went back to normal garrison training. In the eighth period of the afternoon our battalion often put together a team to play basketball against the medical battalion. Besides me, our side had the political officer, Major Zhao Zhicheng; the National Taiwan University reserve officers Fan Hengda (范恆達) and Zhao Hanqiang (趙漢強) (the younger brother of senior classmate Zhao Hanlong, the battalion's previous commander: what a coincidence); and other NCOs and soldiers. The two teams were evenly matched, and each won its share. Not long after, the division commander, Major General Cai (蔡), was ordered to a new post. At the tea party where the division's unit commanders saw him off, the director of political warfare, Colonel Wang Lianzhong, told me privately that over this period both he and the division commander had come to value my responsible, dedicated attitude to my work. I thought to myself that I had finally changed the division commander's impression of me, and I was grateful that his strict demands had kept me constantly on guard against slacking. The new division commander was Major General Li Rongfa, a portly man who loved basketball and now and then brought the division staff to play friendly games with us; his outside shot was quite accurate. Usually, if a call came from the signal battalion commander around three or four in the afternoon, it meant we should change and report to the court in front of division headquarters. Before long the division's political director, Colonel Wang, was also transferred, to become director of Political Section 4 at headquarters, and was succeeded by Colonel Lin Tiandi, who was always smiling and, once he got talking, hard to stop. At that time the army was pushing a wave of sports, requiring NCOs and soldiers to work on the vaulting box, the high jump and the long jump. We dug sand pits, sent big trucks to the seashore to bring back sand to fill them, and made our own high-jump stands. I personally demonstrated the run-up and take-off for the long jump, and for the high jump both the roll and the scissors techniques, and we drilled every day. Soon afterward we were told that the army had made rugby its service sport, because its fearless spirit of charging and colliding matched the army's character, and every camp was to build a rugby field. The task naturally fell to our battalion. All I remembered was that the rugby field at the academy had an H-shaped steel-pipe frame at each end. I looked up the length, width and height in reference books, used the funds allotted by the operations section to buy some steel pipe, welded it into H-shaped frames with a welding machine and set them in the try zones at both ends of the parade ground, and marked the lines to size with white lime. The field's lush green grass looked lovely, but sadly it was little used (hardly any of the NCOs and soldiers could play), which was a real shame.
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(Battalion Commander, Part 5) Our battalion's engineer company was equipped with two flatbed trailers for hauling bulldozers, but in the whole battalion only the deputy battalion commander, Major Liang, held a special-vehicle driving licence. We asked division headquarters to assign drivers, but nothing came of it because drivers for that kind of vehicle were scarce, and higher headquarters had no plans to run a driver training course any time soon. When we went into base training, the deputy battalion commander drove the two vehicles from Pingtung to the base in Tainan, and drove them back when we came out; when we were ordered to send a bulldozer to support construction at the Liangshan range, he was the one who drove it there too. The battalion also had a motor grader with no operator, and ordinarily soldiers were assigned to give it basic maintenance. During the army group's equipment inspection, division headquarters ordered all machinery gathered and displayed on the big parade ground, and no one in the battalion could drive that grader. Luckily I had learned to operate graders and bulldozers in the basic course at the Army Engineer School, so there was nothing for it but to go myself and drive it into position. It is steered by pushing and pulling two levers, and since it was slow and there were few vehicles on the camp roads, safety was not much of a worry. When I drove it out of the motor pool toward the parade ground, the soldiers watching were all dumbfounded, amazed that the battalion commander could drive a grader. In fact all I remembered was forward, reverse and turning; how to lower the blade to work I had long forgotten (I had learned it nine years earlier). The annual test of professional knowledge and skills for battalion-level commanders was held at the NCO School at Longgang in Zhongli, and nearly a hundred engineer and signal battalion commanders from across the army were tested. The written test covered doctrine; the practical tests were a 5,000-meter run, pistol shooting, the individual soldier assault, and standing at attention without moving for an hour. The first two practical items were fair enough, but what the point was of testing engineer and signal battalion commanders on the infantry's individual assault I could not say, and standing at attention for an hour was nothing but mass punishment under the blazing sun. For pistol shooting most battalion commanders used the .45 pistol, while I and a few battalion commanders from reserve divisions used the .38 revolver, and many of my classmates who were battalion commanders watched curiously to see how I loaded and fired it. The 5,000-meter run was held on the roads inside the NCO School's camp. I took the lead from the start, and when I reached the finish the second runner had not yet appeared around the corner at the far end of the road. After the tests I returned to our station in Pingtung and was immediately busy with the job of planting barrier vegetation around the camp.
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(Battalion Commander, Part 6) To strengthen the camps' barrier defenses, higher headquarters ordered thorny plants such as sisal and bougainvillea to be planted in quantity on the earth embankments around the camps, to stop intruders sneaking in and also to stop soldiers slipping out to make trouble. Our battalion was assigned a stretch about three hundred meters long. We first set up a nursery to root cuttings and then transplanted them onto the embankment. Every unit sent trucks to the Hengchun area to dig up wild sisal and bring it back to be cut into pieces for planting. The soldiers all competed to go, thinking they would get out for a change of scene, but every one of them came back with cuts on his hands and feet, looking quite a mess. Division headquarters sent people at intervals to inspect each unit's results. One unit, too clever by half, bought ready-grown seedlings and planted them in quantity, but on inspection that variety turned out to be hard only at the leaf tips, with no thorns along the leaf edges, not the variety higher headquarters had specified, with many sharp thorns along the edges, so the whole lot had to be pulled up and replanted: truly a case of trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice used as bait (偷雞不成蝕把米). One afternoon, after finishing a duty stint, I was granted a day of compensatory leave. I had just got home to Fengshan and had not yet even picked up my daughter, who was not yet a year old, when the deputy battalion commander phoned to say that the deputy division commander, Major General O, was going to inspect the cleanliness of every unit and that I was to return to camp at once (the unit commander had to accompany him). I immediately took a Highway Bureau bus to Pingtung railway station and changed to a Pingtung Bus coach bound for Sandimen, passing through Linluo and Neipu to Longquan Camp. The moment the deputy division commander saw me, he started scolding: "Which is more important, my inspection or your leave?" I thought to myself: then what is the point of every unit having a deputy commander on its establishment? A superior who cannot put himself in his subordinates' place and show them some consideration has failed at leadership. But another deputy division commander, Colonel Tian Hongyan, I greatly admired and remember fondly. He patiently taught me many techniques for wording official documents and the essentials of getting things done, which helped me a great deal in staff work.
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(Battalion Commander, Part 7) A reserve division, unlike an ordinary heavy division, has no division-against-division exercises; its main tasks are training new recruits and calling up reservists for refresher training. When we received a reservist training assignment, the whole battalion busied itself arranging food, clothing, lodging and transport for the more than two hundred extra men. First we arranged to borrow barracks and kitchens from the newly opened recruit-training infantry brigade in Pingtung. As the reservists reported, they were immediately issued their personal gear; since the uniforms did not fit perfectly, they laughed at one another once they had them on. Suddenly I had a full battalion's strength, but their military skills had all grown rusty: everything from barracks housekeeping to stripping and reassembling a rifle had to be taught again, and the marching songs came down to just two, "Nine Good Men in One Squad" (九條好漢在一班) and "I Have a Rifle" (我有一枝槍). I felt like the director of one of the China Youth Corps' combat camps. During the training, apart from political education, there were basic engineer courses such as mines, demolition, lashing and pile-setting. Before the course ended we held a march test. Since most of them were busy with their jobs and got no exercise, their stamina was naturally poorer, and on the Pingtung–Eluanbi Highway they straggled somewhat. I ordered all the battalion's cadres to take charge of sections and keep a close eye on everyone, because if a reservist had run off with his rifle, that would have been big trouble indeed. One day the division chief of staff came to our battalion for a routine inspection of the grounds and barracks, with me and the battalion headquarters officers at his side. He pushed open the door of a small room and asked, "Whose room is this?" Our engineering materials officer, Second Lieutenant Yang (楊) (a reserve officer from National Taiwan University's civil engineering department), stepped forward at once and answered, "Reporting, sir, it belongs to your subordinate." The chief of staff immediately boomed, "Subordinate, superordinate, what kind of talk is that?" We all thought Second Lieutenant Yang's choice of words a little odd, but held back our laughter. Thirty years later that engineering materials officer had become director of the public works bureau of a city government in the south, but he resigned, taking responsibility, after a gas explosion. One day my father phoned from Xindian in Taipei to say that my mother had fallen while climbing a hill that morning, broken her right shin, and been taken to the emergency room. I happened to be the camp duty officer at the time, so I asked the medical battalion commander to stand in for me, with me taking his turn the following week in exchange. I reported the situation to the chief of staff and asked for leave to go back to Taipei to see my mother. He said I was no doctor, so going back would not help, and ordered me to wait until the duty handover at noon on Saturday before going to Taipei. Five days later, on Saturday morning, I reported to him that once I had handed over duty I could leave camp at twelve noon, and he then said that two tiles had come off a washbasin in our battalion's washroom and that I could leave only once they were fixed (the fault found in that Saturday morning's inspection had in fact already been repaired), and only after he had inspected it himself that afternoon and passed it. By the time I reached Xindian it was nine at night. My mother's right leg was in a cast. My father, who had known nothing at all about the kitchen, had after a few days actually managed to put together meals of three dishes and a soup, though of course they still could not compare with my mother's cooking. After two days in Xindian I went back to camp. About a year after I became battalion commander, higher headquarters issued a downsizing plan: the four battalions directly under every reserve division, the engineer, signal, supply and maintenance, and medical battalions, were all abolished and turned into companies, and I became the last engineer battalion commander of the Pingtung division. Division headquarters found an empty room and put four beds in it as quarters for the four of us battalion commanders. Every day we joined the division headquarters officers for morning and evening roll call, running and meals, and passed the training hours reading. When the deputy chief of staff had time, he would come and play chess and chat with us. As the saying goes, nothing to do and nothing to weigh you down (無事一身輕), and so we lived out our days waiting to be disposed of. One battalion commander was busy phoning and writing to his old superiors, trying to get himself placed in a post. He asked me, "How come you're not worried at all?" I joked, "If this place won't keep me, some other place will (此處不留爺自有留爺處)." Since graduating and being commissioned I had never once made a phone call or written a letter about a promotion or transfer; I always learned of my next posting only when the personnel order came. A career soldier, after all, should go wherever his superiors send him. After more than a month in that waiting room I finally received a personnel order from Army Headquarters transferring me to Section 4 of the Logistics Department as a lieutenant colonel engineering officer. I said goodbye to the division's senior officers and the brothers of my old battalion, left Longquan Camp, ending more than a year as a battalion commander, and went back to Dahan Camp in Longtan. The office of Logistics Section 4 was near Gate 8, not far from my old Political Section 3, and so began my life as an engineering officer.