90 days
That's right bubs.
90 days.
That's 90 days of hell behind me.
90 days of hell yet to go.
But no...not really. The math : 3 weeks before home-going : we turn in our rifles. Ergo, we're not going to do any more fighting, crawling around in forests or...god forbid...carrying around heavy mortars. (As our aspirant said : "There are heavy mortars, and then there are DAMNED heavy mortars"). That's -21 days. So. 79 days of hell left!
It's not that bad really. The guys are...well...fun. We have a lot of fun, really ; at least I regularily laugh my ass off on an almost daily basis while here. The problem is, of course, what we do in between. It is decided : any second, minute, hour, day...moment in time-space without Lt.W is superb. Well, not like "I couldn't be doing anything better with my life", but definately "Oooh, this is a good day!". Even carrying around the stupid mortars and aiming and whatnot becomes fun : we had a morning with just the petty officers aiming and whatnot, and everyone had pretty much of a blast.
Anyway : more good news : during the next training period, the "T-period" (Trupputbildningsperioden, ergo...erm...we learn how to work as a whole unit, on a platoon/company level) we will only have ---3-- camps! Including the end one (a hefty 9 days or so). Usually, there's like...twice as many during a T-period (just camps, really, the whole thing). But but but! ...so, happy about that, we are. Yeees.
Tomorrow, at 6:30, we'll start packing and prepping for going off for our second camp in the Light Mortars. Will last 'till Thursday, and we'll shoot live ammo. Ooooh-aaah! Pray I make it back alive, 'cause it'll be heeeeellllll...
*goes off for his last night in a real bed...soooo tiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeed*
90 days.
That's 90 days of hell behind me.
90 days of hell yet to go.
But no...not really. The math : 3 weeks before home-going : we turn in our rifles. Ergo, we're not going to do any more fighting, crawling around in forests or...god forbid...carrying around heavy mortars. (As our aspirant said : "There are heavy mortars, and then there are DAMNED heavy mortars"). That's -21 days. So. 79 days of hell left!
It's not that bad really. The guys are...well...fun. We have a lot of fun, really ; at least I regularily laugh my ass off on an almost daily basis while here. The problem is, of course, what we do in between. It is decided : any second, minute, hour, day...moment in time-space without Lt.W is superb. Well, not like "I couldn't be doing anything better with my life", but definately "Oooh, this is a good day!". Even carrying around the stupid mortars and aiming and whatnot becomes fun : we had a morning with just the petty officers aiming and whatnot, and everyone had pretty much of a blast.
Anyway : more good news : during the next training period, the "T-period" (Trupputbildningsperioden, ergo...erm...we learn how to work as a whole unit, on a platoon/company level) we will only have ---3-- camps! Including the end one (a hefty 9 days or so). Usually, there's like...twice as many during a T-period (just camps, really, the whole thing). But but but! ...so, happy about that, we are. Yeees.
Tomorrow, at 6:30, we'll start packing and prepping for going off for our second camp in the Light Mortars. Will last 'till Thursday, and we'll shoot live ammo. Ooooh-aaah! Pray I make it back alive, 'cause it'll be heeeeellllll...
*goes off for his last night in a real bed...soooo tiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeed*