Oh gosh, army boys...

On Sunday, November 12, 2006, I met up with some of Roman's friends who are doing training with him on the army base. They were in town for the weekend (or for the day), so I decided to tag along and meet them. Roman assured me that they are not as bad as the army boys that I have envisioned, or the stereotypical ones.

The first sign of trouble was the fact that we met up at a Shisha shop... They were smoking flavoured tobacco... And then, they went barhopping. Between them, they each had a pint of beer, and then two shots of whiskey, and then went to another pub to get food and another two pitchers... And they have been drinking since about 1:00 p.m. that afternoon.

They were all (except one) all brutally straight as an arrow. The guy who was an exception was more in between, but I still don't think he was gay. Someone stated how Sapporo is not a good tasting beer. This was a comment however, after having Sapporo with sushi. Now, in my opinion, Sapporo doesn't go with sushi... Sake does... Anyone with a slight hint of metrosexuality (in my opinion) would have been able to tell you that, or at least that the sushi goes with a red wine...

And then of course, you have your typical comments and jokes about being lost in Montreal, and venturing into the village, and someone actually said that they saw "fags" and rainbow flags. Though, the word fag was only mentioned once. I just decided to bite my tongue, because I didn't want to attract attention, etc.

Is this the typical activity of the army boys? All they do is drink, smoke, follow orders when they are supposed to? These are the future defenders of our country? Are we breeding a bunch of yes men who are not taught to think, but to obey? The only thing I can see is that the pay is attractive, but that's because this line of work is dangerous!

So yes, army boys, they may be hot, well some of them, and they would have to be in non-army clothes, because army fatigues just don't do it for me, but it appears that they have nothing up there. They are like empty barrels, they make a lot of sound, but are hollow inside. Also somewhat hollow in the head... The brain exists perhaps solely to stop the skull from caving in...

All I can say is, the beer that I got made the experience tolerable. If not, I would have probably rammed my head against the wall, many, many, many times.