February the 2nd 1968, a new way of life began for me - I was drafted
to the Danish Royal Airforce.
When I was at the draft board I was asked for what part of the military
I wanted to be drafted to - and my wish was now complied.
I was not especially happy about being a soldier, so from the beginning
I just do as little as possible.
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At the end of the training school I was asked if I wanted to join the
sergeant school, which I said I didn't wanted. Even so I was ordered
to join.
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Again I did as little as possible.
I was happy because I didn't succeed the examinations at the
end of school.
But...
The lieutenant colonel - the commander of the school told me,
with a smile, he had changed my marks, so I could pass the examinations.
I became a sergeant.
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I believe it was a decision already made at the draft board.
Fortunately I was transferred to a place - The island of Bornholm -
where the soldiers, from the top to the bottum, did the job in a civillian
way.
I liked the special service the airforce men got.