Dead.

I'm done.
Can't walk.
Can't use my back.
My shoulders hate me.
My legs are organizing a mutiny.
My back is on strike.
I might as well be a redhead, because I have no soles left.

We had our sergeant trek yesterday. 40km in 13 hours, full gear.
As I will be an invalid for the next couple of days, I'll post a bunch, as I am not capable of moving for at least 3 days.

Feed me.

Blogging on the Throne

The barracks are built with some seriously concentrated stuff, some concrete, a bunch of steal slabs, and double glazed windows. Not a bad idea, when you think about it. Nice, sturdy, warm and fairly comfortable living quarters. Except for the little thing that every Estonian considers to be a right of life. It seems that the building materials that were used don't agree with my mobile internet protocols, because as soon as someone shuts a window, I have no internet. I DO, however, have a free run on calling and texting (I think).
The solution to the problem: Take a long dump, for the John has the best internet in town. So, instead of simply making a ruling on the Porcelain Throne, make it a Smart ruling. :)

Naked Weenies

High on the list of annoying circumstances are drill assignments. One of the more time consuming and stressing of which is the infamous "Defense Positions" drill, where our dear platoon commander appears on the corridor and chooses to either shout at the top of his lungs, or whisper to a passer-by: "DEFENSE POSITIONS!!!" He then stands back and watches the comedy unfold, as everyone who heard that doubles the command. Thus we have a chain reaction of everyone snaps up and charges to their locker, shouting "DEFENSE POSITIONS!!!!!" After quick scramble around and a panicked jump into combat gear, we charge through the weapons room, grabbing out weapons and collapse, panting, to our defensive position somewhere on the corridor, making sure that whichever sorry soul to step foot on our corridor, or bedroom has a full view of at least three rifle barrels.
Such a drill can happen at any time, irrespective of what is going on. Only 4 days ago, we got treated to full moons and weenies on the corridor, as some people were forced to cut their showers and sauna sessions short for the lovely drill.
Now we all wait in frantic worry of getting it at night. Sweet dreams!

Keeping Up

We just got out and went to the cinema!
While waiting for the movie to begin, I had a look at my blog stats. Now, this isn't the first time I've taken a shit at blogging, but so far this blog has made it much farther in a much shorter time than my other blogs, the content of which was simply me ranting about life and stuff.
Now, it's not a bad feeling, comparing myself to myself and seeing signs of improvement, but I have absolutely no idea about who my audience actually is (aside from friends and family).

Note: This post is about two weeks old. Blogger didn't feel like uploading it.

Tech Received

Our American guests shipped over their tech, so now our technopark has a bunch of desert camo humvees and armoured vehicles.
But, no. That's not what I wanted to blog about.
The IT department has finally given us quarter and allowed draftees to use their personal computers. With any luck, I might finally get the chance to do some school-work and probably write more intelligent blog posts. Maybe. You never know. :D