Tomcat's Army Report

Prologue

"Each person I've ever met from the army always tried to feed me with bullshit about everyone being his servant in there." - Stephen (TM), Silicon BRAIN Hello everybody! This simple little website has been created for those who might be interested in the life in our beloved army, the Magyar Honvédség (Hungarian Home Guard). This world can be viewed through two kinds of glasses. The first is the official, state one: long live the army, its members can be happy, those who aren't should sign up immediately. More about this can be found at http://www.h-m.hu, the beautiful website of the Ministry of Defense. The other side of the coin shows the stark realities: how life actually goes behind the barbed wire, what is never been told by the high-ranking officers, mostly because it would be a shame to confess that our army is completely disabled. In this text I've reported everything that happened to me in there, in the form of a recollection. The persons mentioned really exist, and the events have really happened, and are not the products of my imagination. If you doubt that, go and sign up yourself. Thanks go to HP for the web space support. Further thanks to the Republic of Hungary for taking nine months from my life, thus making the creation of this website possible. Chapters: Preamble Read this please, as I've worked so much on this damn report. The beginning How did it all start? Basic training How should you run around on a deserted field, with hundred of your mates, in freezing to the bone cold winter, without any point. Székesfehérvár The 43rd József Nagysándor Signal Corps Regiment, where war has broken out between the baldies and the oldies. Let it be war! Okay, we're baldies, but we're also human beings! How the baldies made the oldies suck. I am a rubber! The party goes on. February is the king! I am old! How I spent my oldie days. The last seconds Demobilizing soldiers, line up! Prepare for disarming, disarmament in 13 days! March song A unofficial march song which we sang at Szombathely. Some people even sang it in the city, but the military police arrested them. This song is known in many versions, at different bases they sing it with slightly different lyrics. Slang dictionary Explanation of military slang and talk. (In the Hungarian version, this dictionary was intended to be funny, for foreigners it will perhaps serve better as a regular dictionary.) Photographs It's forbidden to take photographs at a military base. So what? tomcat^grm