Life is weird! Life is wonderful! Life sucks! And life is a bitch as most of us say sometimes. I always tell those people; if life is a bitch? Then fuck that bitch and run away before she or he charges you, and don’t forget to laugh at the whole ordeal while you are doing it. In that case you will come out the winner and the bitch life of yours had lost. Simple right? Well not always my friends, not alfuckingways.
I went to Salao and had my share of fun, one nightstands and a lot of alcohol. Even when I came back to Netherlands I was hangover, so much I have drank over there!!!
Back to the army with clear conscious, mind, body and soul. Fully determined to finish what I have started, and finish it with style and glory.
Am not bragging nor am being arrogant, but I was really the best, the only missing thread that I had was my joker mentality and my pranksterish attitude. That was a deep disappointment to my superiors which they saw in me the perfect commando soldier only with this minor defect. That made me always come number two in their eyes, I didn´t care to be honest cause I knew what I was capable of and I knew my abilities.
The millennium was coming and everybody was excited about what will happen. Will the world end? Will an apocalypse be happening? And much more of that superstitious nonsense.
I buried myself deeper and deeper in my studies, I studied the Arabic language, Arabic history, human psychology and symbology science. I dug myself deeper and deeper in my studies and became almost obsessed with it; you could never see me without a book in my hand. I can really easily say that I know more about the Arabic history and Arabic language more than anybody here in Europe in my generation or older.
I studied the religious history and the Iraqi history, I excelled at it above my wildest imaginations that stunned my teachers, I even used to surprise my own teachers with information they didn´t even knew about it, cause I was taking notes and doing my own studies and searches outside the books.
I read the Quran; I read it many times over and over again just to be able and arming myself. That when the time comes I will be able to discuss and negotiate and make my arguments against any Muslim who would say otherwise or disagree with me, or with anybody who have a stereo typical idea about Islam or their history with its story.
My commando skills went sky wards, after the New Years Eve we had a meeting to determine who is left and who will be gone, also to anoint the hard workers and the people who proved themselves to be the best. Of course I expected to be one of them, but no I was wrong!!!
It was my joke against the commander with eggs, that was what stopped them from giving me the award. As I said I didn’t care, as long as I was still part of the training.
Our number dropped from 175 to the final 36; 4 ladies and the rest men of course. And it´s here where we entered our final stage of elimination with even harder hardcore training, more army secrets and deeper studies.
From here on even if you didn´t make the commandos, they wouldn’t let you go anyway. You would be just placed in different division. It was here where I proved to them that they were wrong about me, I dropped their jaws, I shocked them and made them realize what a mistake they made for not awarding me.
I am really thankful to army service for providing me with studies; which I would be wishing to learn now if I wasn´t there, the only mistake I made was that I didn´t took my driving license, I could have taken it by just asking it but I learned how to drive anyway (what kind of a soldier doesn’t know how to drive).
The biggest test I faced when I entered the final stage was my morality issues, my morality was messed up a bit, you will see why in the next chapter.