So, Greek guy here. When I was called to do my mandatory military service at 28 with a law degree in my hands, I spent a month being yelled at by 20 year old practically illiterate sergeants who thought they were the shit. I was then stationed near my country's border in the middle of nowhere near a river of mud with mutated mosquitos that ate me alive within 48 hours until my face was unrecognizable. I realized that if I wanted to stay alive I would have to spend every day covered in military-grade bug repellant, which looked like machine oil and felt like glue. I also had to make a torch every week, carry my bunk bed outside and burn the iron railing to get rid of tiny, invisible bed bug nests in order to avoid getting my whole skin covered in little itchy craters that WOULD get infected.
But I was okayish with all that. The final straw was during one of my guard shifts. I was at my post, about 50 meters away from a Turkish soldier who was at his own post. He suddenly disappeared for a while and came back with a watermellon that he found somewhere, sat down, pulled his combat knife out and started cutting it. Somehow, his CO saw him, came out of nowhere and proceeded to punch him, throw him down and kick him in the stomach for several minutes (yes, they are allowed to do that in the Turkish army).
When he left, the soldier stood up looking confused and disorriented, but after a while he picked up his watermellon and just stared at me. I stared back and said nothing. Then suddenly he started approaching me. He hadn't drawn his weapon, he just had his knife on one hand and the busted up watermellon on the other. I froze. He kept coming. I screamed "HOLD" as fiercely as I could, but he wouldn't stop. At around 10 meters I drew my rifle, armed it, aimed at him and screamed "HOLD" loud enough to taste blood on my throat. He kept coming. It was too late to use the radio to alert my base and wait for orders, I had to fire a warning shot in the air. I did nothing, I just stood there, frozen, aiming at him. Finally he got near me. We looked at each other. Slowly, he cut a slice from his watermellon with his knife and offered it to me. I stayed absolutely still and he just set it down on the ground next to me. He stood there for a few seconds, grinning at me with blood dripping down from his nose, then walked back to his post.
I did not report this to anyone, because I had fucked up and would probably face military court and an extra year of service if I did. I spent the rest of the day shaking, and the next 5 days without sleep until I collapsed and spent a week in the infirmary. This was the point when I realized that I am way, way too old.
But I was okayish with all that. The final straw was during one of my guard shifts. I was at my post, about 50 meters away from a Turkish soldier who was at his own post. He suddenly disappeared for a while and came back with a watermellon that he found somewhere, sat down, pulled his combat knife out and started cutting it. Somehow, his CO saw him, came out of nowhere and proceeded to punch him, throw him down and kick him in the stomach for several minutes (yes, they are allowed to do that in the Turkish army).
When he left, the soldier stood up looking confused and disorriented, but after a while he picked up his watermellon and just stared at me. I stared back and said nothing. Then suddenly he started approaching me. He hadn't drawn his weapon, he just had his knife on one hand and the busted up watermellon on the other. I froze. He kept coming. I screamed "HOLD" as fiercely as I could, but he wouldn't stop. At around 10 meters I drew my rifle, armed it, aimed at him and screamed "HOLD" loud enough to taste blood on my throat. He kept coming. It was too late to use the radio to alert my base and wait for orders, I had to fire a warning shot in the air. I did nothing, I just stood there, frozen, aiming at him. Finally he got near me. We looked at each other. Slowly, he cut a slice from his watermellon with his knife and offered it to me. I stayed absolutely still and he just set it down on the ground next to me. He stood there for a few seconds, grinning at me with blood dripping down from his nose, then walked back to his post.
I did not report this to anyone, because I had fucked up and would probably face military court and an extra year of service if I did. I spent the rest of the day shaking, and the next 5 days without sleep until I collapsed and spent a week in the infirmary. This was the point when I realized that I am way, way too old.