And so, the tale begins.

After going through the recruit period, which ranged from "Well, I guess this isn't that bad..." to "Mothercocking hell, this shit be cold, Homedog.", I've been home the last week on leave, or whatever the hell you godforsaken Englishmen call it. It's been sweet, but that's not why this blog is here. Setermoen is a real cold place. We were on some sort of practice thing. Out in the forest, playing war.
I learned a lot of things:

"DON'T JUST STAND STILL! THAT SHIT'LL KILL YOU IN THE COLD! IF YOU AIN'T GOT SHIT TO DO, RUN AROUND THE CAMP!"

A spiritburner could easily kill an entire tent if you're not watchful. STAY AWAKE!

The stock of an AG3 can easily break in the cold.

A pussy does not look like a pouting mouth. (???)

The enemy always attacks right after the sergeant comes in and tells us to be on guard.

The sergeants are people too. (At least some times)

When it's negative 40 effective degrees centigrade (or farenheit, incidentally, that is the spot where the two measurements are exactly the same) STAY THE FUCK INSIDE, DON'T JOIN THE ARMY.


Other than that, I guess I still haven't broke down.

I could write more. But I feel it will have greater effect to reference the events during future posts.
I am writing this from my brand new laptop, Crackity Jones. So this thing will actually not be dead. Or something.

Going back tomorrow. Do not want.
See you around

Btw, this what I look like now.

plus Håkon.