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Well., there are only so many driving lessons one can have before the driving school goes all “Okay, that’s good enough, now go do those exams.” And without driving lessons in my schedule, my truancy from forest camps would come to an end. Time to grab me rifle, don me snow camoflague and do sometactics.
And apparently tactics involves a lot of sitting in a hole you dug in the ground. On of our lieutenants gave a good summary for the week: “So you’re shoved into a patrol, do that for an hour or so and then you have to go man the observation post for another hour. That’s done, you’re back in the tent and now it’s your turn to guard the stove so that it stays warm and doesn’t burn down the whole tent. That done, it’s finally time to get some shut-eye when the sound of gunfire rattles everybody awake, y'all run to yer trenches, ready to fight off any assailant….and then spend the next hour sitting in your cold, snowy hole, seeing nobody in the dark and wondering if you were just forgotten there. Also, it’s now 4am and you haven’t slept at all yet.”
Really, the only ones with something interesting to do were those sent out recon or attack assignments, pestering nearby camps of other platoons/companies. “pestering” as in taking back hostages from there, cutting some landlines or shutting down generators (or getting into firefights - half the reason the rest of us were awake so often).
Same rhythm as previous week. Others got to go have a nice foresty camp this week, digging their trenches and practicing running between defensive lines (which, as they told me, was nothing I’d have to miss), while me, some others of driving course and those too crippled stayed in the barracks. Since there’s nobody around to boss us around, days are spent idling and having small, often semi-philosophical talks.
…There are more folk with bum backs or knees than I’d like. And not simulants either, actual I-got-broken-and-had-to-get-surgery folk. Disconcerting, the thought of joining their rank is.
So, Basic Tactics Course is one where training takes place off-site - in the morning, we leave our battalion’s territory and drive off to some forest and we come back to the barracks for the night.
However…..recall that I got a C category driver’s licence and was supposed to start on CE…but never did because organizational clusterfucks? Well, the slumbering creature that is CE category license study has awoken from it’s hibernation. I had already considered it dead and buried, but apparently some higher-up realized that “hold on for a moment, we already paid for this shit and we can’t cancel the course either!”.
So even though the squad I was assigned to doesn’t need anyone with a CE licence….I’ll be learning how to drive trailers after all. Because military.
Which leads to a strange situation where everybody else rove off to the forest in the morning, leaving me and a few others fledgling drivers behind in the barracks since we need to be in town for our driving lessons and nobody feels like organizing transporting us between the barracks and the training grounds. The days are…amazingly quiet and calm.
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.