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In that surreal time after the fall of the Berlin Wall, I graduated from high school. In the spring of 1990 we read Wolfgang Schäuble’s ten-point plan in history lessons, then the written and oral exams came. Then I didn’t really go to school until the Abitur celebration, but put the yearbook with the people from the school newspaper.
Someone had a text program and someone had a laser printer. The IBM company had made me known in a summer seminar for students with a little known. I was pleased that my text was set so nicely and came out of the printer. And yet I was such a guy who liked to tap on old coronas or travel spelling machines. The electrical machine at the school newspaper looked like a keyboard by Tony Banks.
In the previous year, I had been declared suitable against all probability at the district defense office in Lüneburg. The fact that I could not find the extensive buildings on the outskirts of the Salzstadt would have had to say about my true suitability as a soldier. However, nobody asked me.
Conditional
I truthfully filled the test for my accountability. Overweight was found during the physical test, but I had no flat feet. They did not shy away from the notorious question of what I would do if my family or girlfriend were violently threatened. Whether I would put my hands in my lap. So far I had only served a water gun and a colt with space cartridges and had avoided hand -made and fist fights.
I got the test seal 2. Suitable. The conscripts had just been reduced to twelve months. Funnily enough, I was about the only one of my year that went to the Bundeswehr, apart from the boys that I didn’t like so much. And my friend Kristian, with whom I had made the school newspaper. Kristian came to the paramedics in Fischbek, I to the tank shooters in Lüneburg.
On the second day we drove to the dressing area with a troop truck, got a large green sack and threw all the clothes that were given to us, according to the body’s estimates. I was soon breathless and sweated. After four hours I noticed that I hadn’t thought about the matter well enough, hadn’t thought about it at all.
A rifle should be assembled on the lawn in front of the barrack building. I couldn’t even assemble Lego’s Eagle moon ferry when I was a child. On the trim-dich path, I trotted behind the defensive athletes, who ended up organizing a sprint for victory.
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Lucky was a writer sought
The sergeant wanted to motivate me by referring to my later task as a press soldier. During the 800-meter run, I handed myself over on the Tartanbahn. Now I was always allowed to run over the barracks at the top of the Rotte. In addition, I didn’t like the training suits. I only saw tanks from the outside. The camera ceremony consisted of drinking beer, tweezers and building beds. There were delicious meatball rolls in the team home.
During a five -day bivouac in the forest, the candy car brought the news that the press office in Buxtehude immediately needed a writer. I packed my dishes. An old travel spelling machine stood in the press office.
Just say: If the Russian comes, trained and suitable soldiers should face him.