I’m just amazed at how short-sighted some mothers are by bullying their sons.
That was when I served in the army. To us in the division got a fighter from a new call, who could not handle the thread and needle. I was 23 at the time, and for the first time I saw a man holding a needle and a thread, like a papua holding a smartphone that was given to him by a white man he first saw.
What I suspected and feared happened. The newcomer did not know anything. Cleaning shoes, sewing, washing clothes and much more.
All this became clear literally in a day, but the most terrible, insidious blow to the psyche, received our senior.
A soldier approaches him and asks for a clean cloth.
Our senior, a pre-retirement age senior praporščik, gently looks at him and asks - why do you have a clean cloth, son?
Wash the member in the toilet.
Which member?
Their own.
Why Why?? to
Well, when you write, you need to wipe the head and penis with a clean, wet cloth.

The army, and the army. You can’t – we will learn, you don’t want – we will force. I quickly look at the personal affairs of Dembel, I find the ideal candidate. Sergeant, Siberian, from the village, four younger brothers and sisters. Character is calm. I call him to the office. He enters and smiles.
Called out, the chief lieutenant?
Come in, Joel, and sit down. How many brothers and sisters you have.
and four!
The answer is false, you have five, your brother has announced!
It is time for the sergeant. What is happening in the family? On the one hand, there seems to be no bad news, on the other hand, where did the brother come from?? to
I explained to the sergeant that this was his Dembel accord. Here’s the newborn, here’s you, Jora. Teach him everything that a man should be able to do and learn to wipe the penis with a clean, wet cloth. The sergeant welcomed the blow of fate. Only allowed himself a short replica, such as - to bleat, to raise another.
Since then, there has been a ferocious fighter following a sergeant, like a cat runs after a cat. After 3 days, the first, timid germ of progress appeared - the fighter independently and normally stinged the sword, stinged the chevrons. He cleaned his boots to the cosmic blackness and mastered utyug.
But everything good, sooner or later, ends. How the stock of mummy cakes in the body of the recruiter ended. He began to starve, freeze and not get enough sleep, well, so he wrote to his mother.
And mother and grandmother, immediately moved after one and a half thousand kilometers to the part where their child serves.
In general, the commander of the division calls me and speaks. Is this fighter yours? Here and fuck, explain to the parents, they are waiting for the CPP.
At that time, I already knew that his mother and grandmother had raised him. I expected aggression and accusations of all sins, there were cases, you know.
But not. At the CPC I met two women who behaved quite intelligently. We talked, took them to the dining room, watched how we ate, showed the barracks town.
We talked about life. It turned out that my mother gave birth, as it is said, "for herself." He was raised together with his grandmother. Naturally, they did everything for him and constantly danced. In the end, we got what has now happened.
But the worst thing about it is that they didn’t understand that they couldn’t do that! They only make the boy worse. I was worried about the fact that the guy could not sew, wash, smooth, clean, as they said - please release the gun for dismissal, we will wash and sew everything for him. Now it is my turn to depend on me. The gun? What a gun?

It turned out, they called him so constantly even in adulthood and at all, because his hair is furry. The gun, the blade!! to
And so I was offended, for the whole strong sex. He did not stop and stumbled on them. If you remove maternal expressions and interdomains, the meaning of my speech was - do you understand at least that you are raising a boy, not a girl? Do you live on an uninhabited island and surrounded by people? Do you know what a normal man should be able to do? I understand that not every mother can teach her son to stick a moth on a hook, replace the socket and repair the wheel on a bike. Is independence possible? You can catch up with your mind that you can't call a young man with all the gun!!! to
In the end, I gave the soldier an hour to sit with his family. I did not let him be fired.
Well, since there were other soldiers in the visiting room, I think you understood what nickname he got. My mom and grandmother, surprisingly, did not complain about me. They cried, I apologized to them and promised to do his upbringing. Although what an education, I was 5 years older than him.)
Well, our friendly, army collective, educated him further. And I was pleased to watch the gun get in shape. Classes of physical training, transfer of experience and paternal lenses did their job. After a year and a half, the gun was no longer outstanding. He did not become a "psomway" but kept on the level. And when I learned that he was struggling with his call from the neighboring regiment, I realized that all our efforts were not in vain.
The gun went to the dembel and I hope everything in his life went well or at least better than before the army.

Author Dr. War