No matter how advanced the computers are going to get in the future, no matter how many calculations they can make in the second, no matter how much artificial intelligence they have, your brain and mine will always be the superior power against computers, we humans posses something that the computers will never posses, we have emotions, lies, passion, deception, deceiving and most important of them all we have conscious and love, and those two emotions determine your decisions critically in your life and mine too, plus do not ever forget it´s us humans with our brains who designed the computers and not the other way around.
The first year ended with one month vacation for all of us, I went back home happy with what I have learned in the past year, ready to deploy it in real life and adapt my new life style in reality, after all I am a soldier now, I felt grown up, for the first time in my life I really felt mature, I had a different look at everything around me, I was more principled, more disciplined, I became a different man all together.
My aggression resided gradually to none, if somebody call my ma a whore, I would simply laugh it out and keep on walking without as much giving the guy a look, my anger was channeled away to a different matters, I loved what I did at the army, and decided to be the best I can be at it, if I am angry then I turn my anger and aggression to perfect what I am doing, and that was the hard training of the special forces, in my life I always try to be the best at everything I do, maybe it´s my competitive spirit that I posses, maybe it´s the environment I live in, maybe it´s the capitalist country that I live in, I don´t know why really but I had it and still have it.
Everybody around me noticed the changes, my friends and even my family, my ma used to joke about it and say( I thought it was impossible for you to be mature), don’t get me wrong here, I am still what I am, I am still the joker, the annoying bastard that will pull the blood from your nails, still the prankster, but I was in some way changed, and I guess I was changed to the better, I had more patience, more understanding, more open minded, more respect to other people´s ideas or point of views.
I spent my vacation with my family and friends, had a lot of fun, and met Jackline, the gorgeous girl who stopped me from fighting the Moroccans, and damn she was as hot as she was that night, I met her at a discotheque, we started talking and one thing led to another, we kissed and got together that very night, I didn´t ask her about her past and she did the same too, I spent almost the whole month with her despite my friends objections and dismays, which I felt it was only jealousy on their side.
We fell in love gradually and had really a nice time, she had some difficulties that I was in the army and complained a bit, but at the end she understood it´s just the way it is and there is no way around it, and we both said our byes with tearful eyes , and I felt the month flew by like three days and not a thirty days off, so I went back to the army with broken heart but I focused my sorrow and energy on training, and it did help me get through the toughest trainings.
The second year of training is where it got really serious and tough, there were no joking around and really only the fittest would survive, and there is no three strikes and you are out, it was one strike and that´s it, you are out, and this time your mental power wasn´t enough, your physical power is required too, but still it´s your will power that rules over everything, we trained and trained and trained, they made us really men and women of steel, they carved and sculptured us into the ideal smart, independent, tactical, disciplined soldiers.
Of course the practical jokes and pranks still went on and on, one of them that I really recall clearly and dearly cause we the whole unit got fucked up for it and we got punished severely, the prank was my idea(of course), I decided that when the commander is going to enter our bunker, we all going to attack him with rotten eggs that we spared for weeks, the catch was that I convinced everybody in the bunker that it was not the commander who will enter that morning but the cleaning lady, well, the commander entered, we had the lights out so nobody saw it was him until it was too fucking late, the poor guy got at least 75 rotten eggs rained heavily on him within 10 seconds, when we turned the lights on, we saw a guy who literally covered from head to toe with rotten green and yellow slime which still dripping from his beret and nose in a nasty and funny fashion.
I with my stupid head laughed my ass off literally, and he watched me laughing until I finished, I asked in a concerned manner ( sir do you need a towel wwwhahahahahahahahahaha) , I was serious for 5 seconds but then his looks was too much for my sense of humor and I burst out laughing again, the laughing fit got to me even when the MP´s (military police)escorted us out, I was still laughing and laughing, but then when I heard the punishment my laughs diminished a bit.
Our punishment was to clean the whole toilets for the whole base for 6 fucking months plus fucking 36000 pushups per month above our hard and rigorous training that we already had, and of course the occasionally waking up in the middle of the night to run some 16 to 24 kilometers with 25 to 30 kilos on your back (16 km in 10 minutes, 24km in 15 minutes).
If you ask me do I regret what I did to the commander, the answer is simple (fuck no), just the look on his face with dripping rotten eggs was priceless, and the most funny thing of it all which made me laugh like crazy and nonstop was that the look on his face, he never expected that in million years to come, never expected that we had the balls enough to carry it out, well they didn´t cause they thought it was the cleaning lady but I did got the cojones , and I knew it was him who will be coming through that door, but I didn´t care, for me guys and girls, a well deserved healthy good laugh worth for me everything, I didn´t care that I cleaned toilets, did 50 pushups every hour, ran on daily basis 20 to 30 km.
for me a good laugh is my ideal day, a day without a real good laugh is wasted day for me, so whatever happens keep on laughing keep on smiling and never give up your sense of humor for anything, cause that would be a real waste for you and for the people around you too.