“My antennae is bigger.”
Week 9 marked the end of boot camp (if you think it was short, you’d be correct), a short vacation and (since this is a battalion specializing in mobile HQ’s and communications) the beginning of a month-long communication specialization course, which kicked off with radios and antennae.
Speaking of, another grievance of mine - nobody seems to really want to tell us what happens next. At that point of time, the only things I knew about the future was that I was assigned as a truck driver (of what? In what platoon??) and would be getting a C category driver’s license (for those outside the EU, C category is for trucks). Everything else else was just a large void, the realm of hearsay and rumors.
Our final exam was this week: a 50km hike in full gear
Sweeeeeet mother mercy was that rough. Having it rain cats and dogs throughout the whole ordeal, everything soaked head to feet and gear being moist and heavy. Not being able to light your ethanol burner so you could make a warm meal because you had no shelter and the rain would soak matchbox after matchbox the moment you took them out. Pushing the slowest member constantly onward, even offering to lighten his load by distributing his equipment amongst others, only to have him collapse of exhaustion after the 30km point. Walking throughout pitch black night with only a dim headlight to show you the way, with no rest or sleep. Stopping at every intersection, attempting to understand where on the map you are and silently panicking because it’s too dark to see the road beyond 20 meters. Zig-zagging through a bog because the road shown on your map suddenly vanished. Desperately requesting info from the organizers via a radio after you got lost in said bog only to realize that reception is nonexistent. Reaching a checkpoint that you thought to be the finish only to be told that you have a 4km final sprint (read: limping) still ahead. Hell, you had been hoping for the next checkpoint to be the finish for the last three checkpoints.
Boy am I glad that thing is over.
“You think that’s the ‘tree shaped like a banana’?”
“Man, I don’t even know anymore.”
Second forest camp was this week. Less stressful than the previous one, mostly due to it revolving more around firing range exercises. There’s only so much stress one wants to put on a man they’re about to hand live ammunition to.
This was also our first night orienteering experience. Orienteering is all nice and dandy during the day, but walking around in the pitch dark with just a puny headlight is quite the game changer. Suddenly, if you weren’t paying close attention to where you were going, positioning yourself on the map might become very difficult.
Look left, look right. Where, during daytime, one could before see an intersection in the distance or an open field or maybe some buildings, all you’ll see is about 15-20m away and beyond that just a big black void.
Also, if you mark your checkpoint by drawing two horizontal white stripes on a tree and then place that checkpoint amongst a forest of birches, then you’re just plain evil.
Admittedly, considering that “steal everything that isn’t nailed down” is pretty much the motto of the Kushan, these words of caution will probably fall upon deaf ears.
Fan art for Homeworld: Remastered. I’m not quite sure how to adequately summarize my thought on it so read this review instead.
As fate would have it, I live in a country that is neither wealthy enough to just have a standing army nor is it safe enough to just ignore having an army (thanks to the congregation of twats that is Kremlin). Such countries typically institute a mandatory military service for their citizens.
I think you see where this is going. 11 months.
I’ll have some form of Internet access, but without a computer (+ tablet) or scanner new uploads will be sparse. See you in a year.