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Soldier's Diary:  Day 4 – Formalities Personal Diary this is Private Maverick reporting for duty, Sir. Oh sorry, I mean: Dear Diary Today we had our first formation day. All of sudden, they wanted me to do something. I was so upset that daddy had to motivate me with thirty push-ups. Daddy can be very convincing. Since we got our equipment yesterday, the first thing we did today was checking the dress code. Mother wanted us on one line, front to the barracks. As she passed by, she jerked to a stop and watched concentrated on my small beard which thrived during the passed three days to beautiful boondocks. As she stretched her neck enormo

Soldier's Diary:  Day 3 – Getting the equipment Dear Diary Since I've forgotten totally to introduce me to you, I'll make up for that now. My name is Private P. Maverick, 2nd Platoon 1st Infantry Company. Sounds pretty strange but as everybody in the Army is going with the fad using these expressions, I'll have to go along with it, too. Today we got our equipment. Because angry mother is responsible for it, its gonna be a hell of a day. So much the worse that mother hasn't got much of a talent in organisation things. I guess that's why I was waiting today for about six hours until I finally got my material. First thing I recognized is tha

To fly Once again a day doing nothing Without pleasure in life, like the night Traffic lights in my life are red Stopped long ago, green is dead I'm cold, have no more hope My existence is senseless; I'm feeling exhausted and empty Without love in life, without pleasure in the game Every favor esteemed, but it costs so much Then I dream of wings, to fly, free like a white horse Far away from here, with the winds to the sky Forgotten what's left behind, every pain, every sorrow Like a butterfly light and still feeling safe Together with angels to dance in the sun Having pleasure in life, in the whole To fly to the stars and back

Fliegen Wieder ein Tag mit nichts verbracht Ohne Freude am Leben wie, die Nacht Ampeln in meinem Leben schon lange auf rot Still stehen sie schon lang, grün ist tot Ich friere, hab schon lange keine Hoffnung mehr Meine Existenz ist sinnlos, fühle mich erschöpft und leer Ohne Liebe im Leben, ohne Freude am Spiel Jeder Gefallen in Ehren doch er kostet so viel Dann träum ich von Flügeln, zu fliegen, frei wie ein Schimmel Weg von hier weit, mit Winden in Himmel Vergessen was hinter mir, alle Schmerzen, alle Sorgen Wie ein Schmetterling leicht und doch geborgen Zusammen mit Engeln in der Sonne tanzen Freude am Leben haben, am Ganzen

Soldier's Diary:  Day 2 – My new family Dear Diary Today I met a lot of nice people with strange attributes. Because I'm going to live with this people very close together for the following months, I call them my new family. Let's start with my sisters. I now have really a lot of them and they all seem to be very equal to me: bored-looking faces, about twenty years old and very frustrated in regard to our present situation. I should add the simple fact, that my sisters are all male. I don't know why but our Daddy calls us always "Ladies". I guess he just needs glasses because even a not very well educated diary like you would notice that