My brother is currently in the Utti jaegaer regimen, which is probably the hardest and most challenging army training in Finland. He’s running up and down the hills, swamps and the hardest terroirs with 30kg backpack and gear in for 12 hours a day, standing in form for 3 hours straight after that, and God knows what else. Men throwing up and passing out is not bizarre, and their minds are constantly tested with encouragements to leave the service.
This Saturday the 44 jaegaers of this year gave their military vows. After marching, parade, few hyms and walking around with flags the platoons showcased their weapons, gear and had a demo of skydiving jumps (the jaegaers jumped off a bench, rolled on the ground and were rewarded with push-ups if the rolling wasn’t done in proper manner). I had not seen my brother since before he started his training in June, so I was rather anxious to get to measure his biceps and punch him in the stomach to see how hard his pecks were.
The soldiers got to go on their weekend holiday at exactly 2 pm, even though we were done eating (pea soup and pancake with strawberry jam, the every Thursday-tradition on a Saturday) after 12.30. So, we waited and waited, then finally got to take our soldier home for 2 days.
Back in New York, I came across something different military-wise. I wonder how these conditions would work today.