COMMENT I remember when I was a five-year-old toddler, I used to salute the traffic police whenever we passed by one of them.

They would almost certainly wave back. Perhaps, it was because my late father was once upon a time with the police force when he was much younger and the officers knew him personally. I still recall seeing his photograph in white uniform, and he used to tell us that he had his big bike. Therefore, I know he was a traffic policeman in Seremban, with the rank of an inspector on entry into the force.

Two of my late uncles were also with the police. One was involved in fighting the communists, the other was a police clerk, but his son subsequently joined the police training before ending up serving the Singapore police force. He is now a veteran, serving his fellow retirees.