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After a seemingly endless helicopter ride, here I am and totally ready it seems that today, is going to be the first day At the military camp!!
Well I'm just taking my first look at the camp and Oh my!, everything feels so strange like I don't belong here, everyone is doing their thing under this so strong sun that makes you sweat and the mosquitoes that want to bite, everyone is marching and getting ready for the mission along with the loud sound of the helicopters, but right now Matthew and I had to met our general Đỗ Cao Trí, which gave us a little tour And also giving us our backpacks I decided to take a small radio maybe at some point I would need it. And boy was it! I never like to call myself a genius but I think you'll see that later...
Fortunately, I've always been accompanied at any given time by my faithful friend Matthew, who always tells me the same anecdotes, over and over again while we're here. And not only that, I also got to meet some people who curiously converted by returning famous people like John McCain,Chuck Norris or Pat Sajak
I try to prepare myself for what's to come, but the truth is that nothing in university could have prepared me for this. I joined out of a sense of duty to my father, a need to do something meaningful just like him, but now, as reality sets in, I wonder if I'm really prepared for what awaits me if I'm anything like him. I really wish I could be playing ball with my cousins or with the old frisbee, Even football I think thinking about it is more fun During the days, nevermind
Normally we get up at 6am and have breakfast, then we have basic training and we also have training tracks where we do whatever is necessary: climbing, going over the tires, walking lying down and some techniques that help us and they always give us some water which didn't taste very good. This makes me so tired, I might even get tired and it's so scary that sometimes I think you can't stand it. But then the idea of being a father in the army comes back to me and I try to give everything I have, even though this is not my country, Eri did it anyway and now I'll have to make my own effort.
We always had breakfast in the mess hall in the middle of the camp, where we ate eggs, mashed potatoes and sometimes meat. The food wasn't the best, but at least we had some free time. We went outside to listen to music on the radio and we also played volleyball, although the best part was when we practiced shooting because that's when my speed and aim with the rifle really showed off. Finally, we slept in bunk beds, although we could also read and write until the general saw us. And also almost commonly in the mornings and afternoons we had drills in which we were and we practiced in case at some point there was an ambush to know what to do.
And it's nighttime when i write natalia a letter about everything i do every minute. it also helps me to close my eyes and think about my father and everything he did until his death, which makes me think as if life were a circle that repeats itself over and over again. i think i even get to the point of missing red and his craziness, or that summer at the beach with natalia and also in the university bookstores reading stories by edgar allan poe or herman melville, even my job at mcdonald's with those annoying believers. although those thoughts end when i open my eyes to see the ceiling.
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This went on for about 9 or 11 days when General Đỗ Cao Trí told us that all we were going to do was cross the border from Vietnam to Cambodia and do a couple of "missions to avoid future problems", with that he told us not to equip ourselves with our weapons and backpacks to start the mission, first we went through the lush grasslands full of green and yellow colors and then we crossed small plains and then little by little we went deeper into the jungle, that was where the light was blocked by the vegetation and it was difficult to walk among the leaves and the flames, then we also began to submerge ourselves in the mud which reached up to our hips, all during the day and night when it is almost impossible to sleep.
But hey, I'm an Alenor, my family has been in several wars, my father in the Second World War, my grandfather Dorante in the First and my great-great-grandfather in Napoleon. This means that I can do it and that I will go there with my mind prepared for whatever comes. I hope...
Well then whatever happens, I hope and just wanted to come out of this with my conscience intact and with stories that won't haunt me for the rest of my whole life.
