When I joined the Army, I endured a lot of hardships, obviously, as any soldier probably have. One of the toughest was three days of what we in Sweden
call "strapats-övning", basically, a really harsh and tough exercise with little to no food and rest, constant running around, firefights...basically
pushing you to your very limits - and then pushing you some more for good measure. At the end of this exercise, everybody in my platoon, hardened
soldiers that had undergone six to eight months of military training, was one stressful moment away from breaking out in tears, to put into
perspective how difficult and hard on each one of us that it was.
And as a reward, we all got our regiment's berets, which is something really big in the Swedish military - it could be compared to the Special Forces'
Green Berets in status (to us soldiers) though we were not a special forces unit. Basically, it's a very special thing when a Swedish soldier is
awarded their beret.
When I left for the US, I left my beret behind in Sweden, thinking everything was all goodie. During my stay in the US, my mom and brother decided to
reorganize the furniture where I (and subsequently my brother) live. As a result, when I return home to Sweden, my former sleeping place was
reorganized - and my memorabilia from my days in the Army scattered all over our attic. Naturally, I got majorly pissed off, and started worrying that
one of those two had thrown my stuff away.
If they had, I would've rained down upon them in a godly frickin' firestorm of death and destruction.
In the end, I found my stuff. And here is my problem.
What kind of person would cram someone else's beret - knowing full well the kind of hardship I've underwent to attain the right to wear that beret -
into the bottom of some random dusty, dirty old wooden crate, overfilled with (crushing the beret) useless junk, in the darkest corner of our attic?
It wasn't even together with my other military stuff, it had just been crammed into a random box where there was room, with unrelated stuff that
wasn't even mine, making it really hard to find. When I finally found and dug it out, it was covered with dust and dirt, and I had to clean it. This
the way you treat something like that, especially not if it's someone else's.
Some people, including my brother, have some serious problems with respecting other people's stuff. It makes me want to punch him really hard in the
face. Fortunately for him, I don't punch family.
So, what do you think, ATS? Am I overreacting? I got very upset with this, and I never
get upset - so do tell me if I am indeed
edit on 28-8-2012 by Gauss because: (no reason given)