The Army

The plane landed smoothly tonight at Luleå airport. It’s so much snow here and not too cold, which instantly put me in a good mood.

The idea of spending two nights 725 kilometres north of Stockholm originally made me rebellious – it seemed like a waste of time, but as the date approached I just rolled with it. I even had a moment of appreciation on my way to the airport earlier since I am not in a situation where routine days and weeks is making my restless nature low. At least life in the Army offers variety...

I’m here with some colleagues in Psyops until Friday. We’re attending a final reunion with the Swedish Air Force, which we supported in Operation Unified Protector last year. I have a vague idea of what to expect, but will be informed of the full schedule tomorrow at 7.30am.

Having found my way to the lady’s barracks, I’ve just made my bed and is hitting the “Mäss” next – the military bar inside the regiment. It’s Wednesday and full of pilots, so I’m sure it will fly!

Failing that, my Army bed is looking very attractive...