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Soldier's Diary Vol. I
[Vol. I] 'As Seen'
-Herald of the Void
The intelligence service motto: There are other herrings in the strait than you, my friend.
Enlistment
My #lv1 identity {project} began with joining the Army. A good place to start experimenting with.
First, I was in the special reconnaissance. Special reconnaissance means spy business. Spy means girl stuff, and girl stuff means education. I went into the spy business, but only to become lonely with being both political paranoid and religiously schizophrenic.
At the academy/university they say that your career builds further upon a family. But, without a sexual debut, a depression might bring you down with your flag and fail to pass the exam.
If you can get laid, then you can get paid. From here on only your social skills will lead the way, and you don't need any professional skills at all. You will only get laid, if you came to act so stupid, that your substitute of a mother, feels like she needs to take care of her children. She wants to be your captain or will rather sail alone in her own boat.
The civilian authorities expect of their military leaders to both raise a family and serve abroad for advancement, a mission impossible.
They will only offer you an education for free as long, as it is cheaper than maintaining the costs of sending you to con college instead. Especially the rich countries are highly institutionalized societies.
#Lv12 time was not on my side. Nothing put me in a more hopeless situation or position than time
The Aries (Ares) likes to get into competition with time as a competitive {parameter} being a clown for everyone in Satan's circus.
By the time I thought, I were building up a military career with my experience, I had already become wigged out by time.
By the time my favorite platoon leader became a captain, was the time my dreams were over as well.
Sweet dreams about becoming a major in the Army. I got cold feet further down the path (pathos, father).
My service was not requested, especially if #rooted in dreams about a career.
By the time I had served my country, I end up being homeless on the streets, learning how to survive.
By the time my father died, he wished he had taught me have to catch a fish.
If I were to acquire a hunting license and a weapons permit, I would have to accept being served by ten old women at the regional outdoor [camping store].
By the time I should have learned to survive from breaking through the ice, I have already been falling through the surface of it.
Navigation Officer's [Console]
By the time I should have learned what a cairn is, I have already been lost in the mountains on a trip to Norway.
By the time I should have learned to navigate with a [map] and a {compass}, I have already got lost in the woods of Sweden on a 'Skogspromenad'.
One thing to get lost in the forest. Another thing is to get lost within. A third thing is not being able to recognize the [starry sky], then you are lost both externally and internally.
I moved alone to Sweden with my personal equipment and equipped with a work- & residence permit.
I faced death on a walk in the forest when it started to snow heavily, and the snow had removed my footprints on a narrow forest path. It was here that I had to realize that panicking does not promote survival, when darkness fell and I had no {compass} with me, and walked in snow drifts up to my knees.
Deployment
The famous 1,000-yard stare (snipers can aim at 1,000 to max. 1,200 yards) I got as soon I stepped out of the bus being a deployed soldier and were told to look out for snipers on a cigarette break. Whilst distance has no matter in the invisible realm, I never-ever got short-sighted again. It looks like a curse of the elements, in this case air. It only gets worse by watching TV all day long with far away movies. Now, all I do is to drink and smoke and sit indoor all day long. Ironically, I go half-blind, while all the eyes need to stay fit is the element of air. A gift and a curse at the same time.
As a deployed soldier, I got lost inside. I stood outside alone one dark night to smoke a cigarette looking up at the [starry sky] and not a single constellation I could recognize in the southern hemisphere, and I became filled with awe. It didn't look usual at these latitudes & longitudes. I knew I wouldn't find [home] the introvert way from now on, even though the GPS would get me back home again. It was very strange to come back to Denmark again.
Every year 2,000 get lost in the wilderness and at least 16,000 are reported missing in the Alaska triangle △
When you get lost in the wilderness you better be born a leader!
Platoon leader: Let my eyes lead the way.
Sergeant: I am all ears.
PFC-1: All I need to know is where they are.
These are the sensors you are equipped with:
The Devil's eye and God's ear. Two blue eyes and two red ears.
Satan's sense of taste for food, fast-food and non-food.
The Beast's choke #point of food; replacing it with alcohol. Getting along as a workaholic, some prefer.
Communication Officer's [Console]
Boney M - He was a Steppenwolf
Duran Duran - Ordinary World
Iron Maiden - Nomad
Polarkreis 18 - Allein, Alene (Nephew RMX) (Sirius Patrol)
Rammstein - Ohne Dich (Official Video)
Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong side of Heaven
Artillery - When the Magic is Gone
-And never again were I to conduct a job interview.
I became Rambo sobbing "All I ever wanted was a job." But veterans are not for hire, so I lived alone on the streets after having been a serviceman. A few commits suicide, others become workaholics until their dying day.
Rambo {Formula}: Aries the Ram + Bow (Arc)
#Lv1 Aries [Army]
#Lv11 Aquarian
"All I ever wanted was a job" /Rambo! - But, in the special forces you will become disqualified if you seek #lv10 which is on the same axis of opposition as a #lv4 [Family].
No social security #number
No [residence]
No dog #tags
No tattoos
No dental [card] (X-ray)
No criminal [record]
No photos of girlfriends and family
No love letters
No phone calls
"Congratulations you made it" /Full metal jacket!
#Lv7 Ship type: Your citizenship is at stake. The authorities will never stand /up for you on this path.
Universal Soldier, I know your type because I know my type. We all just want to lead.
In the meantime, you would probably show off in the kitchen as an alpha male.
The concept of a super soldier
Here comes the show down.
(A final test or confrontation intended to settle a dispute)
It started when I was 11-13 years old with hard training for an hour at a time in Taekwondo. Now my best friend quit the team, and I was lost. Before I started with Taekwondo, I played soccer on a dark and rainy evening on a gravel {field} illuminated in the dark by hell's floodlights and the others were wild boys who gave knobs, punches and kicks to mark the territory, where I definitely did not belong. Martial arts were far less dangerous.
As a 14-year-old, the course continued with equipment from the military surplus warehouse after my heart had been ripped out and I was never going to find love again.
It was as a conscript, though voluntarily joined against the session doctor's recommendation with my slender physique, that we marched over to the [YMCA] on a dark evening to say a table prayer before the evening meal, that I realized I had found my place and found the will to be a constable (private) afterwards, although I broke a vertebra on the recruit tour and was unable to attend the manhood rites on the last day with the prospect of being in a wheelchair for the rest of my days.
An enthusiastic sergeant from the combat troops loved to watch the will break and exercise non-stop in pouring rain and let us stand-in and he started talking about his private #lv7 relationship, while the cafeteria closed and there was no reward for our mediocre efforts with walking in-line.
In the Army, some of us met in our spare time to practice for being patrol soldiers with our own personal equipment. One signed up for the Marine Corps but drowned on a diving trip in his spare time after he had to resign with a chronic knee injury.
It occurred to me that elite soldiers were probably not exactly God's best children. They were wild boys and didn't shy away from a melee with their bare fists in the forest on a dark night. A #lv1 character trait I did not possess, despite a very close move to join the Home Guard's patrol company (SSR) in Aalborg with preparation in my spare time to comply with the admission requirements, simply to be competitive like my peers at the time, whether it was military or civilian skills with education.
The needle's eye had to be aimed for at every prize, before I had to realize both as a soldier and half an academic, that I was just mediocre across the board. Too much of a universal soldier.
A political position had to be adopted in order to find a position amongst my so-called friends, who were competitors. Indoctrinated by Taekwondo from the very conservative nation of South Korea and an insight that the Home Guard consisted of conservative positions in contrast to counter communism, the course was set even though it caused problems with the Royal House, who intended that the political course of Denmark was social democratic for a century, when I did not intend to participate actively in politics or referendums on power.
The more insight I gained into the Monarchy and the political power struggles, the less influence I would have, and I could join the 'Sirius Patrol' to actively exercise the enforcement of the sovereignty of trespassing on Greenland in exchange for the enforcement of that sovereignty.
God has nothing left for intellectual aspirants.
There is actually not much to say about Danish politics, it's mostly slipstream politics of unions.
Politics alternated between the Working Class & Peasant Party, and it has been that way since year 1901.
This ensures peace on the national home front.
The day came while I was on active duty in the Army when an imminent general election was to take place and an officer started yelling that we should participate actively in the vote to reflect on our democratic state and the right to do our objection against other countries. I got furious and thought he could go to hell.
Even Jehovah's Witnesses refuses to participate in any flag related matters.
At that time, I had already realized that any kind of community was an illusion, that only lasted until the tip of the nose, and only as long as there was money on the table between us.
We were only here to preserve democracy, not to practice it in the service as soldiers.
Me, and a couple of comrades went to practice being patrol soldiers on Rømø in our weekends. I went from a wannabe patrol soldier, as a professional soldier, with my own personal equipment bought in exchange for my salary (gear freak), in pouring rain & stormy weather with a speed of 22 m/s, while my fellow soldiers went down town to score chicks and give a demo with noisy people go to noisy places, If they scored, then the following week would become about wanting to become promoted to sergeant and claiming the whole world as their property.
To become reduced to a patrol soldier looking for refund bottles rummaging through trash bins after dark at night, and before the Beast got his shoes on at 04.00 AM, just to see that the Devil's Taxi was idle in the parking lot waiting for you in the dark to find your way.
One of them stood up in his sleeping bag and watched his sleeping pad flew into the North Sea at 20 m/s after we had patrolled the whole island to build up a collective consciousness with.
He was a skilled conscript sergeant and fit as a patrol soldier, but he said goodbye to Denmark and got a #lv4/7 citizenship in New Zealand. I never saw him again.
Another one set his sights on a military career, but got cold feet when he found out, that there were long prospects of becoming a major. I never saw him again either.
A third one was also a capable conscript sergeant and was also fit as a patrol soldier with a great will power.
He turned his nose up for the money and a civilian career with a family. I didn't see him again either, but we did go on outdoor trips together in both Norway and Sweden.
-Once a soldier, always a soldier!