Again I got blacklisted
for another merry-go-round
. This time I am supposed to confess sins from the past. While up2date sins might just be much more interesting, here is one (won't bore you with all of them!) random pick:
During the hot summer in 1990, when I had the dubious pleasure to spent some sunny days
at a nice, cosy beach
in an army boot camp, we got notoriously drilled on preventions to chemical assaults. Not because Germany had just delivered chemicals to Iraq and the first Gulf War was about to start (with a potential German involvement), but because our drill sergeant simply was a sadistic bastard who enjoyed watching us sweating all covered in plastic coats and gas masks at a felt temperature of more than 80°C.
Of course I had not yet recieved my matching glasses for the mask, so every time I had to put on the mask, I had to remove my glasses and run half blind
in my sweaty fetish outfit through the glimmering forest heat. We stumbled over branches. Tried to catch our breath whenever the drill sergeant wasn't looking. Pretty pointless of course considering the fact that my vision was very limited. So we were punished with another chemical alarm. Again and again.
I was fed up. I had enough of this cruelty. Crouching in my cover, with the sweat running down my face behind the steamed mask I decided to take actions:
At the alarm signal, I jumped out of the trench and stormed forward. I ran as fast as I could, trying not to stumble over the fluttering plastic cape. I lifted my head up and with a terrifying bang, I crashed head-on into a lone tree. As leaves and small branches trickled from the shaking tree, the drill sergeant, slightly shocked, examined my injuries:
Several cuts, heavy bruises, but no broken bones. And no more wearing the gas mask instead of my glasses for me...
People whose confessions are probably of more interest than mine: The vicious Burnster
, the wicked Besucherin
and the malicious Fräulein Wunder