Duh
Well. I suppose I should've told you what happened during the camp too...or, scratch that - told myself. Since this just happens to be my public diary-to-myself which I shall peruse when I'm old and grey. Just to make sure I never forget how awful the army was. And when I'm complaining about an essay deadline, or having to get up early, I'll just go back here and go "heh. 6 AM every morning. heh" and feel happy.
Anyway, I shan't camp-post, since I don' feel like it. But : I dropped the mortar-tube thingee into the sea. While jumping onto ze shore from our Jurmo boat, preparing for an attack, it slipped off my shoulder and fell into the harbour water. Some 3 meters deep.
Luckily, the "båtskuffarna" ("boat pushers" .... the boat drivers, yees?) were extremely quick and resourceful. So while I stood there, going "that's my army career!", they fished it out.
Here's to all and every båtskuffare in existance : Thank you a hundredmillionthousand times! I'd be dead without ye.
Anyway. I'll wake up in cold-sweat feeling that 20 kg iron piece of tubular shit glide off my shoulder inexoriably towards the water for the rest of the following 60 days.
And after that, I'll not give one single fuck, since I'm never touching a mortar again. Ever.
The end. Back to the army within the hour. Fuck.
(ooh, the sloganizer.net slogans are new and random with every load of the page! Nifty. heh)
Anyway, I shan't camp-post, since I don' feel like it. But : I dropped the mortar-tube thingee into the sea. While jumping onto ze shore from our Jurmo boat, preparing for an attack, it slipped off my shoulder and fell into the harbour water. Some 3 meters deep.
Luckily, the "båtskuffarna" ("boat pushers" .... the boat drivers, yees?) were extremely quick and resourceful. So while I stood there, going "that's my army career!", they fished it out.
Here's to all and every båtskuffare in existance : Thank you a hundredmillionthousand times! I'd be dead without ye.
Anyway. I'll wake up in cold-sweat feeling that 20 kg iron piece of tubular shit glide off my shoulder inexoriably towards the water for the rest of the following 60 days.
And after that, I'll not give one single fuck, since I'm never touching a mortar again. Ever.
The end. Back to the army within the hour. Fuck.
(ooh, the sloganizer.net slogans are new and random with every load of the page! Nifty. heh)