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The Last Shot
Yesterday, I left my brigade for the last time. It was kind of an odd feeling... somehow it was really difficult to grasp the fact that I wouldn't be returning there after the weekend like I had for the past year, yet at the same time I knew it was the end and felt all kinds of sad and already longing.
Like I mentioned in the last post, we didn't do anything too exciting during the last days, just returned our equipment and otherwise prepared for the homecoming. To be honest, the days almost dragged by with little to nothing left to do. At first it had been planned that we would've had some training in fighting in a built area, but for a reason or another it was cancelled. Disappointing, really- I was looking forward to it, and as I said, we didn't have much to do in its place.
We - as in NCOs and officer candidates - had these, uh, evaluation conversations with our commanders. Supposedly we should've had the conversation with our platoon's commander, but since my RPQ squad has rarely been with the administration platoon during the combat exercises, I had my conversation with one of the infantry platoon's commanders. Got surprised by the amount of positive feedback! The only little thing I should fix is being more unpromtped and do things more on my own. Gotta admit that I knew I lacked in that area.
We had a little ceremony a day before the actual homecoming, but it wasn't anything too festive, just a few speeches and our last parade- and we didn't even have our rifles anymore for that parade. Nonetheless, it felt good to get to march with the strength of the whole company one last time.
On the morning of the last day, then, we pulled on our civil clothes. It was really weird to suddenly see all our men in all kinds of different clothes after being accustomed to seeing only green and camouflage. I sought out the lieutenant who had been my platoon's commander when I had begun my service - maybe you remember me mentioning him back then - and told him my thanks because he has been my inspirational role model since then. He thanked me and shook my hand, telling that it had been a right choice to send me to NCO training. Couldn't help smiling a bit.
Before we left, we were given our certificates for succesfully completing the military service. Again, it wasn't anything too fancy - we just got our paper and shook hands with every commander in our company. Even though it wasn't that festive, it was quite a nice ending for we got to see the differences in our commanders once more - some of there were really strict and business-like saying just a firm "congratulations", then there were those who were more relaxed, like our platoon's commander who threw an "adieu" with a grin.
After we got our certificates, there was nothing else left but to walk on the busses which would drive us away for the very last time. There's no denying that I felt melancholic when I walked away from my barracks - it had been, in the end, like a second home for me for this past year. Leaving it, I felt like a significant part of me stayed behind - and it was, in a way, almost scary how the barracks suddenly looked so cold and lifeless, almost unwelcoming. While I admittedly didn't want to leave, not just yet, I could feel that I didn't belong there anymore. Like our company commander said before he began handing out the certificates, "After you've passed the brigade gates, you're not allowed to return here anymore." I had had my time, and now that time was over.
It's kind of a tradition that this last day of service is quite festive, but to be honest I felt more like attending to a funeral than a party. All in all, it's been a year since I arrived in the brigade for the very first time - and counting off the weekend vacations and the few longer vacations, I've spent every moment of that year there, and the last half of it with the same people around all the time. It was like a second family - so, obviously, leaving that all behind was difficult. Just like it was painful realizing that it was the last time I saw the whole lot that's the men in my company. The last time I saw our good-crazy commanders. The last time I walked through the brigade grounds.
I still haven't grasped the whole reality of this- a part of me still believes that after this weekend, I'm returning to the brigade just like before. However, while the departing was obviously sad, it shouldn't be forgotten that this past year has been wonderful time for me. I know I've grown as a person and learned a lot, and that I'm now looking at the life through different eyes - even my friends back home have said I feel more mature than before. Also, even though I won't be seeing them daily anymore, I'm sure I'll stay in contact with the friends I've made in the military. I know that if I happen to bump to one of them after a few years, we'll just go "hey man, what's up?" like it was only yesterday when we still lived in the same barracks.
It's been a year - on the other hand, it's been a long year, yet on the other it's been just an eye blink. It haven't been all sunshine and rainbows all the time, yet I wouldn't switch away a moment of it. In a way, it's almost funny how much I've grown to love that year, even though I've cursed at something almost every day, varying from bad weather to exhausting exercises. I'd lie if I claimed I haven't once said that things sucked, yet... maybe it's just part of the charm. Like one of my friends aptly said: "This have been the worst and the best time of my life."
Shot #24: The end is nigh
So, the very last combat exercises are over and done with. Tomorrow I'll have only ten days left of my service - call it a final countdown of sort. Let's no venture there yet, though.
Shot #23: Just stay in the forest
Been a month since the last update. I actually have no excuses other than the fact I've forgotten my actual diary in barracks a couple times, so I haven't had anything to brighten up my memory. This time I managed to take it with me, fortunately.
We've had two camps and a few longer vacations, so there isn't actually so much stuff to go through.
Shot #22: Holy fuck, is that the sun?
Been three weeks again. I'm slipping from my schedule, but on my defence, we haven't been doing much so I didn't feel an urgent need to update.
We had the first - and really short - combat exercise and after that we've just practiced establishing a command center.

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Shot 21#: Just grab the RPG and run
Two weeks, the first spent with some more general training and then we finally got a shot on the specialized training. Unfortunately the RPG course was really, really short being just one week. Due to the shortness, however, we sure were in a hurry.
Shot 20#: It still begins with easy things
Last week was a pretty basic one. It turned out we're not beginning the specialized training just yet, instead we practice some more general things, such as working with radios, hand signals and moving as a squad.
Shot #19: Well, wasn't that quick
Been a while- such a long while that our rookies are now privates and their basic training course ended yesterday. To throw in some excuses for not updating in four weeks, I was kept in the brigade for three weeks and I was traveling during the weekend vacation following that. In other words, there's a lot of things to go through!