Soldier's Diary Vol. II

[Vol. II] 'The Road Away'

-Vagrant in the Void

Congratulations, you're now one of few who knows what passing silhouettes of strange, illuminated mannequins means.

Then, I went in solitude into the woods for six months, after having been a professional soldier for seven years, so I could learn to become the special forces.

With my lack of knowledge and know-how, on how to survive in nature, it turned out that wiping my back with moss from the forest ground was far less bacterial than doing it with leaves from the trees.

Super woman doesn't know how to do that, since this is a girl nation dreaming of an education to become an easy cougar with, and my time was up with being easy rhino even before it began.

One Christmas Eve and, embarrassed to be sitting alone at home with the neighbors wondering about my solitude, I took my equipment and entrenched myself on the 'King's Rise' in Hjelmskov, and the Christmas meal consisted of rice with curry on preserves, and a bottle of whiskey before I crawled into my sleeping bag.

It was in deep contempt for my friends and fellow soldiers for 30 years, to sit out there alone in the forest, knowing that they were sitting with their families at home in the light and glow, indoor.

As a deployed soldier, the tradition of pouring cinnamon on my head and in my underpants to give me a howl as a 25-year-old bachelor didn't work out the traditional way (heathen tradition).

Alone on duty with a 50-year-old Norwegian, who was a diabetic and didn't want a piece of my 25-year birthday #layer cake, that was sent frozen from back home in Denmark, I knew that both Christmas and birthdays I could kiss goodbye for the rest of my life and never really find myself at home again.

As I became a 30-year-old bachelor, there was also no bachelor party, with a pepper grinder in the driveway, which is another heathen tradition. I was as usual living on only a social income, so I couldn't afford a party.

I attended another one's 30-year-old bachelor party though, and I woke up early the next morning, while the others slept their way through their hangover. In civilian lacquer shoes dressed for the party, I decided to walk the 30 km back home, and picked up some rye in the field along the country road, to get some energy for the trip.

Now, they all wanted to get married in my family, and the fellow soldiers with expert #timing, with me living only on a social income, and they could go to Hell. It was since then, that I had to go my own way in solitude.

What was it about Dannebrog and the celestial events, that I wasn't supposed to be a part of? As the self-taught patrol soldier, I had gone on to become, there was no such thing as an #identity, nationality, ranks, distinctions (insignia) and orders. First 25 years later, I learned that Jehovah's Witnesses doesn't celebrate birthdays, Christmas, New Year's Eve, etc. I never had anything to with them, is it a coincidence?

It was involuntary, but it became so. Many years had to pass before I found out, that these were pagan traditions and that these can only lead to a holy war.

In the Army we were a somewhat motley bunch, where everything was random with who had military ranks and skills. In the end, I had to go my own way with restructuring. And instead of success with a civilian career,

I ended up alone in the woods on a six-month long exercise during the winter season, with my personal equipment and no connection to the Army, family, friends, residence- or the labor market.

It was only after my active duty in the Army ended, that the final skills to become a full-blooded warrior came into quest. Nobody wanted to hire a previously deployed soldier, and I was on my own.

A perfect CV as a universal soldier was built on in the unconscious [realm]. Now, I had no car, and public transport got a lockdown with the Covid-19 pandemic, and all the contacts in my mobile phone vanished.

I became a pedestrian, then I was at least something.

"More to Be than to Seem" is the Hunter Corps' motto!

(streetwise, me on patrol for refund bottles)

After finishing my service and no one to play patrol soldier with anymore in my pastime, my time on patrol looking for refund bottles day and night began. Alone at night and during the day, I got to know all the city's rubbish bins where I could collect deposit bottles, less out of need for cash money, but for the sake of not collapsing in the shoulders and spine from sitting 24/7 in my chair at home.

Now, the municipality were to save money, so half of the city's rubbish bins disappeared. My challenge had to be expanded, and my fighting spirit maintained.

The wild boys were completely wild in contrast to the will, which is the power of God that flows through the individual, before I got lost in the woods on a night orientation run. And I had to realize that the Telegraph Troops prioritized the skills that needed to be practiced, just as marching was second priority compared to the technical and intelligence skills with special reconnaissance.

The Hunter Corps were good at finding their way, I wasn't and had to realize my limits with the dilemma of intellectual endeavors.

As a deployed soldier I met a Russian Spetsnaz soldier who came walking up to the side and said Как дела?

He took off like a rocket on a 30 Km march in the heat of 30°C in mountain terrain, and I regretted marching with my Danner boots® on with Thinsulate™ inside them.

With only my own dream of any kind of community left to break down as the years went by, I finally had to realize that the elite soldier was the art of saying: Go your own way and walk with God (Vaya con Dios).

After resigning from service, I went for a walk in the forest and was just about to give up hope, since the civilian [sector] had nothing left over for my acquired skills, and the state would not give any merits to study further at the university, as the Armed Forces were not to be used as a springboard towards a civilian career.

And the Lord stepped up to my side from the invisible realm (5th dimension) and said to me; have you gone completely insane to give up hope, don't you know what I've paid for?!

Yes, it's said that the Lord will pay anything just to get you out of Hell!

Janteloven's 1st commandment: You must not think you are something of yourself, was God's vision and will, that under him we are all equal, so he cursed man's intellect, with which man would make themselves the Lord, while the Lord himself said to me; man does not rule!

The moral: Ultimately, the soldier had understood to the letter (0/8) what God's will was. - Why do you come here?! Thus, the deployed soldier captured by the enemy is interrogated, who attributes the misdemeanor service as down with the infidel army!

And the Devil said not but is attributed; thus, see an outfit I bring you here, for you to find an #identity, while the uniform is also called a whore in God's Army. It's the visible things, that's the work of the Devil, while he who has ears hears what the Holy Spirit says to the congregation. Religion & science were split in two, and the so-called established science only deals with eye-popping testimony (evidence).

Was it something I saw, or was it something I heard? The ultimate question was whether it was God, or the Devil I was tracking down. Two blue eyes and two red ears as the only reward.

-Talk the talk but do you walk the walk?!

Media•|•Warfare

De Gyldne Løver - Jeg er ikke som de andre

Four Jacks - O Marie, Jeg vil Hjem til Dig

Humleridderne - Fejdens Værd

Dan Hill - It's a Long Road (Lyrics Video from "Rambo")

Rubber tramp vs. Leather tramp

-The Legions are a soldier's note!

Diary of a Madman

-On a personal #level

-God will only give his greatest battles to his toughest soldiers!

Solitude: A story about God's will on my path

That, I should never find love, means nothing to you. It's because the Lord loves you, and no one else will he share it with.

-Faith, hope & love is no small talk to dig up in the history. It's precisely on these #points that, I got to order with the Devil. He doesn't care for the infidels.

There was only one constable (PFC-1) and one chief sergeant, who had control of love in my [company], in whom I would put my trust.

I met a sergeant who was decorated with an individual combatant badge, and saw him not giving up his foreign allowance, as a deployed soldier to go home to Denmark on leave, but go on holiday even further abroad, and I was dismayed by his decision to live alone in seclusion.

I got slapped in my face by a girl, whom I had a crush on, a blonde just like me in the mirror of an impending failed genetic crossing of genes (Mendel's Law). I had dumped a Somali immigrant, who had a crush on me at the same time.

As a civilian IT supporter overseas, I met a woman who was willing to move to yet another foreign country to serve, and I had met my overlord again while putting my trust in my 'staff' back home.

As an IT instructor in Copenhagen, I had to meet yet another overlord. A Pakistani who ran off with the hottest blonde in town.

As a Dane in Sweden at a company party outside the city, I got a good eye for a woman from Finland, but I got cold feet thinking about citizenship and bi-lingual children, as a result and those kinds of worries.

I returned home to Denmark and thought that my foreign experience would embellish my CV, but only the lowest salary settlement was the only reward.

Then, I was as an IT manager with no personnel responsibility in Ravsted, also called the Arsehole of Denmark, in a company domicile that consisted of a refugee barrack.

Then my phone rang, and I was invited to a class party by a schoolmate, who dreamed of becoming a major in the Army, but became successful as an accountant and raised a family, while I was once again considering being demoted to become IBM IT supporter in Ireland.

It's precisely the word volunteer that is the cornerstone of the Danish society. You dream of free education on a social income provided by the government, while the state only needs a handful of these, but who have agreed to pay for your education in order to reduce the risk of a criminal career, which also costs the state a fortune.

You have only been given your free will to go through hell, and that is precisely why it is voluntary to show up in the Army to perform service that does not even cover your expenses to keep your car running in order to be able to show up for your job as a soldier. You cannot pay a skilled & licensed mechanic in return for your efforts to be a serviceman for the government For God and country, eh?!

Whether I was constituted or acting in my job function at home at the barracks was the big thing.

Whereas all I had to know was that if I signed up as a volunteer, the race was over and there would be no turning back. If I volunteered, it was a showdown between me & God and no one else. Satan merely sets the stage in which the scenario plays out.

The condemnation that rests on our earth was God's will for you to repent, and you only had your free will to go through Hell with it. For example, I grew up without a father in flesh & blood and when I met him for the first time after my mother's death, he wanted to teach me how to fish, after I was trained as a soldier without these skills in the Army with special reconnaissance. The reverse order of learning how to survive.

Cold feet with registering as a volunteer, I could look at it this way: None of my colleagues died as a result of acts of war, but died in regular traffic accidents, by statistics 8% deaths. And I got used to walk with God, because vehicles are the work of the Beast.

"The longest road is not the one to war, but the road home"

-Vaya con Dios and Godspeed!