Adnan bin Saidi








In the early 1940s, Emperor Hirohito of Japan was in the business of
stomping ballsacks, sending wave after wave of his own men at anyone he
deemed worthy of his Imperial disdain, and generally just making all of
Asia his b****. The ultra-modern Imperial Japanese Army was pretty much
epically beating the shit out of everything from China to Hawaii, and
there wasn’t a whole lot that anybody could really do about it other
than die painfully from the massive cranial trauma that results from
receiving a sword wound to the brain. As Imperial forces steamrolled
through the Pacific like a freight train plowing through a giant
container of Cool Whip, the Japanese set their stabby-stab sights on the
Malaysian island of Singapore in February 1942.
Now Singapore wasn't exactly a military powerhouse that was going to
bust out some super-secret prototype stealth Gundam with jetpack feet
and lasers for arms or open a secret bunker that served as a training
facility for an army of Sam Fisher commando ninja vikings with
night-vision goggles, automatic weapons and portable nuclear missile
launchers, but the island did serve as a base for over 80,000 soldiers
of the British Commonwealth. Singapore was like Yavin IV – it held
great strategic significance to the Allied forces battling against
Imperial occupation, and if the Emperor wanted to deal his enemies a
crippling blow, he needed to terraform the landscape Death Star-style.
To this end, the Japanese launched a two-pronged amphibious invasion of
the island with the sole purpose of kicking everyone’s f***ing asses and
writing the appropriate names down in a college-ruled spiral notebook
with a rising sun and the phrase “Asses that have been kicked by us”
drawn across the cover in decorative kanji.
On the morning of 13 February 1942, dozens of military transports
crashed into the Northeastern portion of the island of Singapore like a
fleet of suicidal beaching whales, and a force of 13,000 Japanese
soldiers began their determined march towards the city. Standing
between this horde of crack regular infantry were a mere 1,400 Malay,
Australian and Indian soldiers, many of whom had seen about as much
live-fire combat as the Swiss Navy. Among these bold defenders was a 27
year-old local Malay officer named Adnan bin Saidi. Lieutenant Adnan's
small, 42-man platoon was part of the force assigned to defend an area
known as Opium Hill – a critical high ground overlooking some key
British supply and munitions depots, and presumably a sweet place to
plant some poppy seeds as well. Adnan’s soldiers were young,
ill-equipped and inexperienced, and were now facing off against a main
invasion force of battle-hardened veteran Japanese Infantry from the
elite Imperial “Chrysanthemum” Division. I know you’re probably
doubting the badassitude of a military unit named after a f***ing
brightly-colored perennial flower than can be used to make tea, but the
Chrysanthemum is also the official symbol of the Japanese Emperor, so
you can pretty much assume that he doesn’t just let any group of inept
jackasses get away with calling themselves the “Chrysanthemum
Division”. The Malaysians had very little ammunition, few heavy
weapons, they were impossibly outnumbered, and they had absolutely no
hope of receiving any type of reinforcements or resupply. Lieutenant
Adnan did the best he could – he ordered his men to sandbag their
positions, dig in, and get ready for the fight of their lives.
It wasn’t long before the Japanese made contact, beginning their attack
by shelling Opium Hill with more mortars and artillery than one of those
illegal fireworks stands just across the South Carolina border. Once
the defenders’ positions had been sufficiently blown the f*** up, the
Imperial Infantry began their assault up the ridge. Armed with little
more than their crappy service rifles, the Malay troops valiantly tried
to fight off the Japanese onslaught, but it’s kind of difficult to fight
back when the enemy has more soldiers than you have bullets.
Eventually the tide of Imperial troops broke through the Malaysian ranks
and the two forces fell into brutal hand-to-hand combat, whacking at
each other with rifle butts, brass knuckles and ten-speed bicycle
chains. Just as the men of Company C of the 1st Malaysian Regiment were
getting ready to commend their spirits to Allah, Adnan bin Saidi
ordered his men to fix bayonets and charge the enemy head-on. Company C
jammed their bayonets on the ends of their rifles, formed up into a
wall of pointy death, and rushed forward at the Japanese, impaling
anybody they came across like a Greek Phalanx bum-rushing a hot dog
stand. The tactic worked – the Japanese lines were broken and the
survivors were driven back down Opium Hill to regroup.










But the Japanese people didn’t build a continent-spanning Empire by
backing down and quitting every time somebody jammed a knife into their
eyes, so the forces at the base of Opium Hill put together a plan to
defeat the Malay soldiers and break through Allied lines. One Company
of Japanese soldiers put on the uniforms of Allied Punjabi soldiers and
marched up the hill towards Lieutenant Adnan’s position, ostensibly to
reinforce the Malay defenses. But Saidi wasn’t falling for it. He
astutely noticed that the supposedly-Allied soldiers were marching in a
four-abreast formation, while actual Indian and Punjabi Regiments
marched in columns of three. Adnan quietly alerted his troops, and as
soon as the Japanese came into range, the Malaysians tore them a new
bunghole, annihilating pretty much the entire Company in a fusillade of
death.
Now the Japanese commanders were really pissed. They eventually
just decided to say, “look, f*** strategy – we have several thousand
motherf***ers here and they’ve got like forty dudes, two machine guns,
and a couple mortars up on that hill. Let’s just swarm them until they
are all dead.” A mere two hours after the fake Punjabis got their asses
handed to them, Imperial Stormtroopers and AT-STs launched a full-scale
balls-out human wave “Bonzai” attack, rushing up the mountain like an
endless sea of wealthy nerds charging after the last Nintendo Wii in the
tri-state area.
The Malaysian soldiers defending Opium Hill had sustained over 48 hours
of near-constant battle without giving an inch to the Japanese invaders,
but this time they were in an impossible situation. Outnumbered a
hundred to one, low on ammunition, and completely out of food and
medical supplies, they held out bravely against the charging Japanese
warriors, but in the end it was too much. During the battle, Lieutenant
Adnan continued shouting for his men to fight to the death – to resist
at all costs. He personally manned a machine gun until his arm was
broken by gunfire and shrapnel, at which point he began firing his
pistol into the enemy ranks. When he ran out of bullets, he (along with
the rest of his men) fought on with bayonets, knives, and even fists.
Adnan refused medical attention or evacuation, vowing to stand with his
men until the bitter end. The Japanese attack annihilated the entire
unit.
As the smoke was clearing on the battleground, the Japanese soldiers
came across the severely wounded body of Lieutenant Adnan and
immediately recognized him as the “short berserker who had personally
killed dozens of Japanese”. They beat him up, hung him feet-first from a
tree and bayoneted him to death like a medieval piñata at a f***ed-up
Spanish Inquisition birthday party. Adnan bin Saidi had kicked so much
ass in the battle and pissed off the Japanese so hard that after they
occupied Singapore, Japan's secret police attempted to hunt down and
execute Saidi’s entire family. Now that's hardcore - when you're so
f***ing badass and you whip your enemies' balls so hard that your death
isn't even enough to satisfy their thirst for vengeance. Luckily, the
Japanese gendarmes never found Adnan's relatives, and in the end the
Lieutenant got the last "f*** you" - his relatives survived, and Japan
was eventually ousted from Singapore by Allied forces in 1945.

The Battle of Opium Hill is Malaysia’s Alamo,
and for his brave actions in February 1942, Adnan bin Saidi is
remembered today as the national hero of both Singapore and Malaysia.
He took a small group of inexperienced troops and stood up against one
of the most powerful militaries in the world, showed no fear despite
being thrust into a battle he had no chance of winning, and made his
enemies pay dearly for every inch of land they took. His bravery and
courage drew the attention of Allied nations across the globe, and
inspired a fighting spirit and pride in the Malay people that stands to
this day.








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