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Break Gets Drafted!

For an unknown reason, they had forced me into military service.
There was a big drill coming up, and us poor soldiers were being gathered into lines to prepare us for a long march. I was late for some reason, and some surly sergeants rushed me into taking my place in the line. I grabbed a rifle and realized I hadn't had any weapon taining yet! I didn't even know how to carry the gun properly. It seemed like I had just been taken from my daily civilian life and thrown into a gray uniform, while the other privates present had been there for a good while.

The whole thing seemed really unorganized. We had to switch places in the line many times, for example from a random order to an alphabetical one. Some guys I know were there too, so at least I wasn't among complete strangers.
The highest-ranking military person around had a some kind of speech for us. He seemed like a nice and friendly guy, but I still felt the whole deal sucked hard. Thankfully the dream ended before the physically and mentally straining drill began.

Note: In real life I wouldn't be caught dead attending the Finnish army. It's a bit too stupid institution for my taste.
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