Continuing of "Stories of my fucking military: landing in San Sebastian " spent two months ... or were they three? ... Oops, there I have a little mental lapse. I do not remember exactly how long the period of instruction. What if I have clear is that during that period, I was like a bull. Any day diary was always the same. Waking up every morning to the trumpet and the whore career, become the "cat wash", dressing, getting out to breakfast, go back up, brushing teeth ... and if you're still on a couple of minutes, visiting the toilet and put "an egg" ... The bugle sounds again .... (It could be put in the p. .. ass) ....
Todo el mundo bajando a todo trapo las escaleras, con la mochila a la espalda, el cetme en ristre y a formar. El sargento pasa revista a la tropa a ver si estamos todos y da novedades al oficial, pegando un taconazo al cuadrarse y saludar, que suena en todo el patio de armas. Derechaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... Arrrrrr !!. Todo el mundo gira a la orden. De freeeeeeeeente....... Arrrrr !!!. Maaaaarchen !!!!. Y con el pie izquierdo salimos al trote todo el mundo....Hasta llegar hasta una colina a unos cinco kilometros del cuartel, donde ibamos a rebozarnos por el suelo y acababamos hechos una pena... Si nos hubieran visto nuestras pobres madres, con lo que sufrian al vernos subir de la calle con una manchita de na en el pantalón...
When we went to the mountain, took us to the assault course, which buffff .... even worse than before. It looked like a torture to all those obstacles to climb, jump or climb up the nets, crawl ... I remember one in particular that seemed to gymnasts. You had to jump was one of the suits that were in horizontal and from there was a higher one. And from the other. As a monkey, let ... I almost hid ... caguenla!. I've never been a graceful type, the above does not give me this gift ... The fact is that when we were not giving theory strategy of combat, or arming and disarming the gun, we were always working out ... I have not done so since ... That if, on that of 18:00 in which we released and everyone could do whatever he wants, when they went outside to have me for the laziness to change the uniform for a ride, we took refuge in the canteen We put a fine and Ripple and beer ... While at first, but eventually that I was taking a toll ...
And heck, if that times have changed ... I remember how he spent long hours in the afternoon, writing letters to my then girlfriend, or get off the phone booth to call to talk to her or my parents ... Now that no longer comes up to the mailbox and take nothing less to buy a stamp, e-mails, SMS, or twetter facebook ... And to queue the parlor ???... Even ten year olds already have their own mobile ... Aaaaaah !!!.... what times it was nice to wait until I got a letter telling you your girlfriend misses you and stuff ...
I suck a few guards, in particular I remember a play I get on a checkpoint, which was to hell in a kind of grove and overlooking an abandoned mansion, with the wind blowing and dark, scares you do not see .... Then there was the legend of Captain Santa Maria, which was your favorite game to hunt standing guard sleeping in their booths. The guy crawled up to you silently and caught you snoring ... were fucked up, fucked ...
passed those two months (or was it three ??... no, I do not remember) flying ... and where I could just go home. I really wanted to see my parents y. .. more than my girl, so I'll fool. They took the train and came to see my swearing of allegiance to those days, was quite an event. I remember it was hot, firm as a pasmarote with a gun in the air, as he went parading the flag and he imprinted a kiss. When my turn came, I remember I had to do a flying change a couple of times to follow the front ... I do duck !!... I got to the flag, I remove the beret and kissed the flag meaning Spain. A flash jumped at that moment, that would immortalize this event. Guaaaauuuuu! After pulling up to the sky Berets of San Sebastian, celebrating the investigation was over, we got a permit a week to go home. Do not see how well they take advantage ... ahem!
In turn, each one of us already had the appointment of destiny. I muchíiiiiisima luck and thanks precisely to the chubby neighbor who boasted of having contacts in high military bodies. I remember how my poor father thanked him for his help and the guy shrugged and acknowledged he had not lifted a finger.
Anyway, I went to USAC, which stands for "quartering Services Unit." Or put another way, the cheap labor for all jerifantes ... That nose!. This bag would fall the waiters, cooks, clerks, laundresses, drivers who were messengers of women in the controls. I had to buy a home ... Anyway ... I will tell you not imagine.
To me, at first, I was sent to the laundry ... A chollazo not see. It was a dive in the fifth pepper, where the veteran who was there told me that he had sucked a hell of military, without hitting metal, because there noses sticking out any control. But, no it would happen, they changed their minds and the next day they told me to submit in the office. And the order, Sergeant. Here I present. The truth is that what was cool. I was in one corner of the square inside the barracks. A huge wooden door creaked as ordered and had to push hard to open. That to me was an advantage, because it gave me time to wake up every time someone entered. I remember having a characteristic odor, and between moisture and wood .... been a long time to define it better. I used to make type-written legal Olivetti typewriter. I had no computer. All villages had filing cabinets of documents in their shelves. That would influence me to end up doing a law degree, once an individual move definitely my hopes for access to the School of Journalism. The worst was the command that had the boss in the office ... the son of a p. .. was larger than in all the barracks ... Ventura the Brigade. Too bad I made them go !!!... Made me mourn a couple of times of injustice and powerlessness at having to swallow, instead of releasing a punch in the nose.
Her typical features of a typical bad movie, with a mythical air to Lee Van Cleef. It was a tad taller than me, slim but with a Barriguilla infancy. His long face with a big mustache perfectly groomed and a scar crossing his left cheek. Pointed nose and bushy eyebrows. Black hair without tickets but left much forehead. And Melilla ... We, in brief ... I had a face of evil intentions, which imposed the bastard (pardon my swearing). I was fried. In one of the occasions when I did mourn as a kid, was a day where I did Cabo. He was responsible for guarding my block and guess who was the duty officer ??... As If ... the same. The guy wore a white glove on his right hand, climbed on a stool and began to swipe your finger over the lockers to see if there was dust, looked under the bunk ... I also opened the glass cabinet where we kept the games for the troops and draw parchis chips to count. I poured the box and missing a yellow card. As the son of a bitch, I got two days of arrest and took my weekend pass.
The second time was because a few days to request permission to introduce selectivity make the intention of raising note. I remember as I was walking around the square acuertelamiento when I saw him from afar and ran to catch him. When you reach it and then take a breath, he told the subject and told me not to mention .... !. That if I crash before their noses, not like this, which he did not see my tears. Were too putadas that I was doing and I could not more. The fact is that the iceberg that something was moved, because in the evening, gave me a day to introduce the tests, which I approved even better note, but still was not enough to enter journalism.
After that, the fact is that my relationship with him, without being friends .... was not so tense. Months passed and when we wanted to show, my replacement we were the "grandparents." I was where I was putting a cap with tipex few points each month. We were the p. .. Masters of the barracks. And new were the looked at us with respect. We went on a spree in San Sebastian, and without having to go pretty ... and we had a death.
Then came the long awaited day off ... You had to hand over all the material, except underwear (eg. .. no comment, eh?). I lack many things that I had been swiped. But there is an unwritten law which chivaaa .... So I had to do the same or ordering any of the nuevos.Tanto waiting time when I handed the card, and when at last, I held in my hand, I felt a bit empty. My buddies came forward because I do not know what happened I had to do ... I remember well ... the fact is that only left the barracks, with the bag I brought when I get a year ago ... crossed the bridge over the river runs into me stare into horizon. In his hand he held the lock on my locker. Lance arm backward to gain momentum and throw it with all my strength to the bottom of river.
bitch was completed military service, but even today, from time to time ... I have nightmares still I call up again ...
Fade to black. 
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