There's some friction between us and the boss, i.e. elder vodnik Petrović or some such, one would guess he'd be a Rroma with one of typical surnames, but then on the other hand he does everything by peeess* and politically is strictly toeing the line... What can he [do], a small petty officer in this cuntland yet with the city and sea in view. In vain the landscape and clime, when for two weeks you see nobody but these fifteensome guys who'd all rather be somewhere else, and have to invent things to do for them. It was even interesting when he invented the need to fortify the wall, just assembling random rock into a firm wall is, for what it's worth, an engaging geometrical problem, and it got my intution going, in two moves I'd pick the right stone which fits snugly in the slot I spotted, also making a firm base for the next stone.
He even tried to make us do the calisthenics in the morning, but gave up soon. We did that perhaps three times. Then he ordered that the antenna tower have a guard on it. That's where we got loud, saying that it's too dangerous, the wind can go all the way to 60km/h, can simply topple the guy over the fence. „So crazy we are not, we'll tie him“ he said and stayed alive. Which also lasted for about five days and he then gave up on that.
Early in march he got an order, which may have been in force for the whole vojska or at least for border units (and the sea is, as it were, a border), that there'll be no leaves, because of the anniversary of some cuntery that the guys made on Kosovo, and some action was expected to come from them - sabotages etc. Which came to nothing, but all the same the whole month nobody went home. We're sitting and bitching and waiting to see whom will he let home first, will it be just like they did down there in the barracks, that it'd be Albanians (and, as far as I can remember, they were). For about three weeks we didn't even go to town.
To spend some time and to cut down on his cuntery, we decided to do everything right, so he'd leave us alone. We didn't go overboard with the italian soft porn (which wasn't exactly porn, didn't show much, but at least it paraded nice chicks on the screen), nor with beer, we kept the rooms neat and clean, even took care to keep the yard without trash. We did the same with Elvir this fall, and it went fine, so let's do it again (though, none of the then gang was with me, but I managed to talk the guys into this, as a few of them understood how'd that work and supported the idea).
And we did it throughout the two weeks held by the younger vodnik, and what happened - when Petrović came to do his shift, he didn't even greet us or anything, just sat with him in the office for two hours. Who knows what they were talking about. This guy goes to use his two weeks leave, and Petrović gathers us for a meeting where he grated on us for absolutely no reason. Guess it was in his plan to rant on us. This is where our tape broke and we just gave up on any attempts to do things right. Soon the channel picker on the TV broke, not exactly broke, but rather got a bit unpredictable, so he welded it to the first program and covered the picker with some putty or wax. Which we then put back in place every evening, and he didn't check anymore - as long as the putty was there and we watched the news at 19:30 (was almost mandatory), that was all that mattered.
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* „pravilo službe“ - rule of service. „sve po pe esu“ - „everything by the book“