One month ago, at this very time, I became free. To celebrate:


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Well well. The army's done. Over with. Finito. Thazzit. 6th of January, it all came to an end ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas! ...

erm. That's pretty much the gist of the whole thing. You have been wished a merry christmas. Now don't come whining about any postcards or whatnot!

*sings "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Jeeesuuuus....happy birthday to you" in good ol' FMJ fashion*

I'm alive. 'tis confirmed, the army is over. That is, all the evil nasty parts. I've handed in my rifle. I've gotten my christmas leave greenlighted (from Friday tomoz 'till Sunday after new year's - w00t). I even watched Full Metal Jacket today, and could conclude that - heck, except the slapping and the obscenities and the senseless mental and ( Read more... )

Well, here I am again. Today is Finland's Independence Day. 88 years (I think. Err.) of independence now lies behind us. All things considered, that ain't much ( Read more... )

Still alive, I am. Although jeeeeezus I was broken when I got home on Friday. My back hurt, my feet hurt, everything hurt. Hadn't had time to shower. All my clothes were wet and dirty. Jip jip ( Read more... )

Yup. Man we have camps. Anyway, next week = the last camp before loppusota, a three-day affair which, I think, involves us sitting on trucks a lot and attacking. I dunno, but...I believe it shall be a stressful, horrible, sleepless hellish thing, as always. It doesn't really matter how long it is : if it's shorter, it's more hell condensed into ( Read more... )

Well, ugh. Every bit as bad as I expected. First night we didn't get to go to sleep 'ere 4 AM in the morning. We were prepping shells, see. God-dammit.

( A day-to-day account )

First : the link to a TJ-laskuri, so I won't have to google for it all the time ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )