Today was the final day for visiting Mr Lee at Parliament House. We came at a time where the organizer had decided not to admit people into Padang. All were told to head home.
We joined a queue just beside St Andrew Cathedral. It hardly moved and we sat for almost 2.5hrs. At 615am, we made progress and we were ushered towards the Padang.
Despite all the waiting, most of us were patience and moved in pace with the queue.
The Padang was pretty empty. Umbrella lined the barricades. Each represented another kid soul.
We were ushered towards the floating platform. It was a long walk. No one complained. No one ran.
We all knew that it would eventually leaded us to PH. Kiasuism does not seem to exist today.
Unfortunately our group was made to walk the longest mile. One of the LT Col explained and told us not to rush. By rushing, people at the end of the line will start to run. He led us back to the PH.
This time, we did not returned to the Padang.
If you have noticed. The line were manned by high ranking officers.
Not NSF. It had made the difference.
On our final stretch. A sign indicated a 40mins queue. It was our final push to pay respect to Mr Lee.
I looked at the people around me. Some had teared!
It took us no longer than 15 mins to enter PH. I was impressed by the Virgil guards.
There were 2 lines for paying tributes. The coffin was placed quite a distance away, no chance to get a good look at his face.
Some bowed, some stopped for a short while to pray while others were ushered away.
Tears were shed…while many held back.
2, 8 or 9 hours. Those who persevered would had felt that they had accomplished what they had came for.
Thank you Mr Lee.