Very good! Last Wednesday, while surfing the internet, keeping an eye on things happening in our world, I stood in the following news referring to the fact that they met 10 years since this country was ended compulsory military service.
do very great news. Even for those who reviled for Aznar, applaud that during his time as the power forward, finished with a situation demanded by the vast majority of the population and cohartaba the rights of young people over 18 years at its sole discretion, imposes a duty " serve the country "brandishing a gun. It is true, which also had the opportunity to qualify for alternative service on grounds of conscience, but in either case, it was a big bitch ...
My children will not know what is that and I'm glad. However, as almost everything in life, we must take the good things and in my case, I prefer the experience that made me stronger and the good times go too far away from home for an entire year.
I had the bad luck (and bad head) to repeat what was then called COU (Orientation Course at the University). The very z. .. the English teacher who had not wanted me to approve a 4 and finally the Greek as well handle walking, I also shot. All other subjects, the clearance had been approved. But while I cried so I was not writing, he was inflexible ... So I got to repeat the course with only two subjects, but went in person to the other classes in order to prepare for the dreaded test of selectivity. Between you and me and now that no one listens ... checker pattern as I had any better plan.
That year was one of the best of my life ... ! . With 17 years and tell me .... Hit me living the good life ... hardly any responsibility ... only meet friends and catch the crest of your life, with Mahou, Ripple or what is tertiary ... left with the girlfriend at the time and give you a tumble which could ... We, the cane ... ... But that ended when a certain day, my mother picked up the mailbox from home, my summons to military service. In my day, there was a lot like Christmas, in which the balls of luck, they decided your destiny. The televised and all !!!!... fine anticipation. I remember like it was yesterday, as I was there on a Saturday morning, biting my nails if I touch the fate of being among surplus quota that would get rid of penance or otherwise, send me to Ceuta and Melilla with regular legion of those who heard every outrage that scares you !!!!....
The fact is that over the drawing and nothing. I have no luck ever ... milks. The innocent hand of those guys who estrayeron kick ball, I had to deal with the military to do in San Sebastian (Donostia) in the body of ground infantry. Bufff !!!.. I go fabric. My mother, poor woman, kissed me as if I were going out the door. I think even escaped a crybaby ... I remember that time and ETA Basque Country were synonymous (it still is for some, but nothing to do with the feeling that it was receiving, especially from the Madriles).
The fact is that over the drawing and nothing. I have no luck ever ... milks. The innocent hand of those guys who estrayeron kick ball, I had to deal with the military to do in San Sebastian (Donostia) in the body of ground infantry. Bufff !!!.. I go fabric. My mother, poor woman, kissed me as if I were going out the door. I think even escaped a crybaby ... I remember that time and ETA Basque Country were synonymous (it still is for some, but nothing to do with the feeling that it was receiving, especially from the Madriles).
was the end of the draw and get out into the street, where he had stayed with my friends Nico and Charlie, who also raffled off that day their destinations. How funny was when we were eager to tell where each, is that Nico was the Air Force at the base of Four Winds and Carlitos is enlisted in the Navy. We were the three bodies represented there ... Sea, land and air .... That things!. Months passed. In the meantime I approve the pending issues on a high note COU. Do not mention it ... A course with only two subjects!. I present to test the selectivity and also brought up, but average between it and the academic I came to the notice that is required at the University of Journalism. I remember that was 6 something. I do not care because the military was involved. Take advantage this time to resit the exam to try raise the note. Or at least that was my intention ...
awaited day arrived leaving for what would be my new home for a year old. Menudo drama .... Not by me, if it is true, I had the stomach full of butterflies and nerves to the surface all unknown to me coming. But my girlfriend was a sea of \u200b\u200btears and do not say anything about my mother ... it also made me like a drum head with a thousand tips and I filled the bag of food for two months as a little ... "Mamaaaa! There'll feed me, do not worry." He said. My father went to the Chamartin train station in the car. Simca Talbot 1200 A yellow chick and black hood, in the company of my mother, my brother and my girlfriend. As in the movies I got on the train back was San Sebastian, and I looked out the window saying goodbye to my family and my girl, as what began to move, trying to follow it until a few moments I lost sight of them. Then I realized where I was getting into. I felt my chest shrunk and I needed air to breathe. Then look around to several kids who like me were in the same compartment of the train. Take a seat and then engage them in conversation. We all had joined the same fate ...
continued ...
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