"Honey, Get my Shotgun...i hear Strangeness!"

Ja means yes here in Sweden too. Lol, I'm getting flashbacks from my German classes in high school. I cant remember anything from it though haha!

I see your public transportation and raise you a bike

My hubby was an eagle scout and knows how to do this kont.

Thank you @countrykris, they were actually both nice and crazy at the same time.

@stevenssimsstuff I also want to thank you for answering me in so much detail about your war experiences in the Introduction Thread. I didn't answer you there as I didn't want to scare off newbies with such heavy stuff, but it was very interesting for me. My personal war experience is only witnessing military coup d'etat in West Africa and having military people around me very often. But I am also the closest to my father and collected his wartime stories, pictures, experiences; for him it was fun and romantic in some ways (like saving good people from "bad people", fighting for the fatherland, honour and glory) but perhaps similar to you, it was totally different when he had a family to protect. In that sense, he enjoyed some of his experience as a wild bachelor fighting in Vietnam (and other areas), but he crashed emotionally when we went through the military coup and he had a wife and two little girls beside him.

In line with that experience, I'm sharing one of my favourite songs. It still can make me cry with happiness, and I'm not sure why. It also has beauty and craziness and violence.

Speaking of weird music videos.... Kanye West's Bound 2 was just.... I'm at a loss for words about that video, but I dont want to ruin everyones day, so I'll just post the WAY better version of it, lol:

@stevenssimsstuff I am glad that you were able to come home to your family and that they did not have to see it all directly.

Having said that, I am also glad to have seen the other side of "life on Earth" even as a child. The armed conflict did not last much, only about two weeks, but I did see murder, rape, looting, fear, hunger etc without even having the vocabulary to name them - I do have memories but they are made of images, smells, sounds, not like my "grown up memories". Since I didn't really understand what was going on, it did not affect me greatly on a conscious level, but the aftermath was a lot worse for me. My father snapped and became very abusive for some time, my mother got pregnant and lost the baby (not sure if he beat her), and my baby sister (she was not yet a year old) began showing symptoms of being mentally disturbed. I remember thinking at the time, my father is a monster, my mother is going to die, and my sister's soul is dying (there was no light any more in her eyes), I wonder what happens next. That was besides losing the house, all the possessions, and not having food, or only food that made us sick.

But I have no complaints. No pity party for me. I am so so lucky to not only have lived through that, but to grow from it. Thanks to that experience I will never be like everyone else my age, nor do I wish to be; I always think beyond, and always try to understand and support other people that suffer (of course sometimes I make mistakes). Perhaps I can even help other children who go through similar experiences. So for me, even bad things that happened to me, I believe God knew I could make it, and not rot inside. I also believe I chose it, even before being born, because Pain is the best, best teacher to be Awake. By the way, my father died last year, and it was not traumatic - I do miss him very much but we grew very close while he was dying and I actually told him he could go, everything was forgiven, that he was loved, that he was going to be safe (and saved). He did the best he could and he did get better.

I think you are right in many things. War is always bad. But military service - as my father once said, it is the last chance for a lazy young man with no self discipline to become "someone". Of course, I prefer it were not necessary to go to that extreme, but as long as one's physical and mental health is not permanently damaged, it is still so much better than to lose oneself in hedonism. I also think you did the right thing when you joined, and when you left. Bravo.