Thursday, May 18, 2017

HMCS Montreal

This week we got a chance to go to Montreal and board HMCS Montreal! It's a RCN's Halifax class frigate which has been in service since early 90's. I'm not writing anything about the ship here because it's all available in the Internet. The things which are not available are the things shouldn't know. The ship was docked in old port and was open to the public. We were welcomed by an officer lady and a number of internal parts were shown to us. I think if a member of the public had stepped in, they would have shown them the same but I'm not sure. We were shown the staffs hang out (which is separated and is based on the ranks), a few public places and the control room which was very interesting to see with the monitors and equipment. 
The ship diving team had a demonstration. I'm not usually patient around the people who explain things to audience (if I can call ourselves that!) so when it came to the time that firefighters (one of the most important teams on a ship) wanted to explain things got the hell out of there and walked around the deck a bit and looked for picture opportunities. Unfortunately due to obvious reasons I was not able to take a good picture. Even the ship was not in a position that could create a nice photo. So after talking to a Able Seaman, who was a young fella and taking a group photo, we left the ship and headed for the school. 
Overall it was not a bad visit. What can you see in a warship?! It's a military mobile base and people should be thankful that they are let on board! At least got the chance to see the inside of the ship after getting on board. When I was in B. C. 10 years ago I got the chance to see HMCS Vancouver but I was late to get on board. I remember that on that day I saw crew with rifle on the deck and This is I asked the Able Seaman. He said that the ship might have been docked in a different security level environment which makes sense now. I hope I can get on such a ship one day and I will work hard for that.
(Photo: HMCS Montreal's logo is seen above the bell. I should have asked what that bell was for. It's for announcement but it seems to be ceremonial only. I will either learn on board a ship or get a chance to ask one day! You can see one of the main entrances to the ship and that is the one we used to go inside although it says Ship Staff only)

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Good Dream

I rarely dream about people. To complete that I barely dream about anything! The number of my dreams are so low that I can remember the last two dreams that I had! 
Nevertheless this is really rare and although it was short I wanted to get it down before it completely is erased from my memory. This dream of mine was about The Lady but before telling it here I have to say, although not pleasant, she left me and we no longer together. It devastated me but I'm trying to stand straight. It's a long story that I don't want to write it down.
The dream simply was that she was coming back with her beautiful smile and wanted to be with me. Simple as that. She called me more than a month ago (I don't even have the exact day) and said that was the last time we were talking. She obviously was very upset but probably not because she was leaving me. Mainly because that she felt that the 7 years that she lived with me was a waste! 
I truly don't know what that dreams means or it has a meaning at all. I try to get her out of my mind not that I don't want her back. I truly believe that she'd be happier, if she can find a decent person. She asked me not to call her again and I'm going to listen. As I said earlier it's a long story but I apologized to her several times in person and on the phone and promised her that I would be the person she wants but she rejected that. What can I do? I hope a happy life for her. Any ideas?

Saturday, May 13, 2017

CFLRS Notes (12): The Cheater

One of the other disgusting human-like creatures that I wanted to mention here is this fucking tiny asshole East Indian guy whom I call him The Cheater. I have no issue with anyone from any background and in fact I sat with him for a meal when he first showed up in our group but then I realized what kind of nasty animal he is: This disgusting no-moral, no-ethics, cheap bastard was kicked out of his platoon because he failed four major tests! There's nothing wrong with that to this point. Not everyone is physically fit for the things that CAF asks in CFLRS. We went to P. T. one day and this nasty animal was with us. We're obligated to have a shower after every session of P. T. Some don't because they're either lazy or slow. Some are both! We were asked to present our towels after we lined up. We were about to be checked to see whether we had shower or not. This motherfucker cheater with one another asshole were the only cheater amomgst the whole group! He was standing there like a motherfucker with a big horn in his asshole (literal translation from mother tongue!). The other day we were lined up after P. T. again and this time another asshole was late so we were asked all to go to push-up position. I looked over the corner of my eyes and I realized that the motherfucker cheater has his knees on the floor!  
This is the type of animal I hate the most in CFLRS and will try to get rid of them in any possible. The funny thing about this asshole is that the trade that he has selected is not what he claims that he has been educated for. He plans to switch trades after a certain time. His contract with CAF is for 9 years but he's not allowed to make the switch happen before 8.5 years! This is how life screws a motherfucker cheater!
(Photo: for this post I selected this photo which I truly believe in. I hope every scum who cheats the CAF system loses and loses big time, including The Cheater!)

Thursday, May 11, 2017

CFLRS Notes (11): The Player

Similar to any other environment, working or school, CFLRS is not asshole free! One of the disgusting ones is this disgusting scum who, when I was put on rest, lived next to me. Every afternoon after the daily work when I would go back to the cubical, this asshole played his stupid instrument! He only knew one song and he was terrible at it! It was so load and as he was very bad at it, it never had a pleasing sound! Luckily and I don't know how it happened, one day out of the clear blue sky he was moved out of the section and I did not have to listen to his stupid noise! 
The other issue with this asshole, who thinks is very smart, is that he once decided to teach us French! I have absolutely nothing against that, as long as the teacher know what he or she's doing. This idiot didn't:
Here we are in the classroom for the first time and instead of starting from alphabet and how they sound in French and then continuing with simple words, the idiot writes a few words and numbers on the word and asks us to repeat after that! I wanted to leave the room but I don't know why I didn't and even participated a little bit! Instead to show him how much I admire his knowledge and teaching skills, I didn't go to the second and third class and I'm sure he realized that! 
Some might criticizing for ignoring the guy's efforts but if something is not done in its right way, I will not waste my time on it and I don't care what he feels. I always try to be friends with everyone and share my knowledge and learn from them but this asshole should simply be ignored.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Mom's Reaction to the New Challenge

When I left home to go to CFLRS I didn't Mom and Farzin where I was going! It's just because I didn't want then to be worried. Mom's brother was in Army, of course in the old country and mainly before the so-called revolution of 1979. I don't know much about him because he died young of complications from Diabetes, I believe. I should ask Mom one day. One of Mom's younger sisters got married to an Artillery Officer through the brother. He died a few years ago in the old country of complications of Parkinson, A believe. So Mom is quiet familiar with military life. So when I told her over the phone a few weeks after I started my training, her reaction was positive and encouraging. I was taken aback how she took it! She said she knew that life had been tough for me but, she added, if I work hard, I would be settled down for life. I guess I'm going to listen to her. My Dad, on the other side, I don't know what his reaction would have been, had he been around these days but he always wanted me to become a physician. Something I always was afraid of: Blood, needles, open wound, etc! They all make me sick. I can't say that he was disappointed at me when he heard that I was going to engineering school. His only desire was that I get education and get a good job. Sure if he was around all these past years, my situation would be way different but I'm OK.
(Photo: Iranian artillery crew firing at Iraqi positions in one of many deadly days of Iran-Iraq War. I never had a chance to ask the relative of mine of his role in the war. After all he was a military man and very serious and always looked down on others. I never had the courage to step up and ask him anything. The last time I saw him, the poor man looked like a walking skeleton and could be barely heard)

Monday, May 08, 2017

My Yoga Practices: Class 2

Note: This post covers an even which took place over a year ago (Not that anyone cares! 〠)
I was late for the second session because I wanted to get a coffee and first stopped by a McDonald's it was closed! It was around 05:45 maybe and the damn McDonald's was closed in Downtown area!!! Un-fucking-believable! So I headed towards the place but I thought I should still get a coffee maybe my breath smells bad! So I stopped at a 7-11 and got one. I guess by the time I reached there it was 06:05. The old fart was there, sitting on the floor and the instructor was on her feet in her natural cloths. We started and I have to say that this time there was less excitement both from the postures and nakedness! Maybe it was becoming usual or maybe I didn't get as much good look as I did last time. I didn't even break a sweat and I realized that the old man had the same feeling because when I brought that up after she asked how I had felt, his response was the same. I started to think that maybe these sessions not worth the time and money I spend. Waking up early, driving for 20 min. or so and the cost, all just for 45 to 50 minutes of bare yoga. I could get the same level of exercise with less money, less driving and I don't have to wake up early. She had other sessions as well but they are normally more crowded and who attends? More males as far as I've seen! I asked her whether it would be a good idea to do a little more intense exercise such as running or jugging after that and she said that would be OK. " I at times go for an hour of running"  she added! That sounded like a joke to me because 1 hour of running is not a short running and with the belly she had I doubt she ever does that but that's OK. Everyone brags about what he or she does to stay fit and active.
(Photo: Warrior 2 is one of the poses. Here in this picture the Black woman has her palms facing the floor. I remember that she always insisted to have the palms faced the ceiling)

Sunday, May 07, 2017

CFLRS Notes (10): A Nice Fight

Fighting, physically of course, in any work-place in Canada gets at least one of the sides, if not both, fired. It, I have to indicate that, who witnesses that. If it's where authorities witness that, it's very hard to get away from it. In other situations there are chances. All of the work-place fights I witnessed, or heard of goes back to Cargill Food Solutions days, more than 11 years ago! People, mostly from poor countries, would think that they were still in their country and fight each other and would get fired. The winner of those fights (or better to say the loser!) were mostly Afghans! I also once witnessed a very nice fight between a Lebanese fat-fuck and a skinny, tall Caucasian guy. I don't know what triggered the Lebanese asshole but he called the skinny guy White boy a few times, I remember! They eventually went at it and in a second the locker room turned into a battleground! Other worked were trying to split them. The Caucasian guy's collar was grabbed by the fat guy. The Caucasian who had long arms, I remember, landed a good punch on the Lebanese body, most likely his face. I don't remember much after that, what the hell happened to them but that clearly is still in my mind after years.
Now back to the fight in CFLRS that was about to get serious here. We were lined up for our P. T. and I complained about the number of people who would participate, stating that would make it hard. People, two guys didn't like it! It's always like this there. People dislike it when you criticize or question something! Or perhaps it's better to say that they dislike you! So they make opposing remarks! One of them said that I had to get used to it and the other one said something as stupid as the other's remark! I wanted to say something that shut them both up but I went easy and said like: ... publish your smart ideas in your local newspaper!
They didn't like it but the problem was another guy, a short one, who kept saying that we should be quiet! One of the guys kept arguing and then asked what it was that I said about the local newspaper! I ignored him but one of the guys, who was standing next to him, didn't like it that we were still talking and wanted us to stop talking. He made a fist and got it within probably half an inch from the other gay's face! The other one who was much taller said: Go ahead! Do it! People then jumped and separated them because they knew that not only gets them pinched really hard (I don't know if they would have been fired or not) but that would have probably had an affect on the rest of the guys as well! However had the fight happened it would have been a nice one because the start was good! 
(Photo: Soccer, everywhere, has always been the cause of trouble. Things that happen in soccer you barely see in other sports. Here Polish fans are beating on a Russian fan during Euro 2012! These two countries has always had problems I don't think it's possible to distinguish between Poles and Russians if they don't have something on with their country's logo or flag!)

Saturday, May 06, 2017

My Yoga Practices: Class 1

Note: This post covers an even which took place over a year ago (Not that anyone cares! 〠)
I decided to do something new last year. Something that I had not have tried: Yoga. But it was not simply Yoga. It was naked yoga. So when I saw the advertisement with a little photo I was quite excited. The drop-in fee sounded reasonable just to try for once to see how I feel. Imagining in a room full of nude people, hopefully mostly women was very exciting! At the same time I was nervous because I was not sure how it would turn out. Just meeting new people causes enough anxiety. You add being naked to it, It doubles the nervousness! I had not have a good sleep in the past 2 days before the session. One day because of the asshole neighbours playing their music loudly past the midnight. The other night because I woke up early for a hiking trip and that turned to a complete disaster and I, not only wasted time and money of gasoline, not to mention mileage on the car, but also didn’t get anything out of it. So I tried to go to bed early and compensate but couldn’t go earlier than 12:15 AM. Thoughts would come from all direction, particularly because I had lined up another meeting for the week, with a different nature but with some similarities: The most important one being meeting new people. I usually am not very sociable unless I know the person. It’s tough to act in a way that people are happy! Or it's better to say it's hard to make everyone happy. 
Anyways it didn’t take long to fall sleep but for whatever reason I woke up around 02:30 and hardly could go back to sleep! I turned and tossed but then I looked at the clock and it was 03:30 and I was still awake! I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t do anything! Eventually at the designated hour, before the alarm clock goes off, I dressed and headed toward the studio.
The first disappointment was that the other person who had signed up for the class rather than me appeared to be an old man in his late 60’s! I know there are unisex names but this, I didn’t expect. He already was undressed and was sitting on his mat. The instructor, on the other hand was wonderful. We chatted for a few seconds and she started to take her top off. I started undressing at the same time. She then took her shorts off and there we were three naked persons in the room. She had a very attractive body with tattoos on her thigh, forearm, legs, shoulders and back, right above the hips, where it’s very common within women. The tattoos made her very sexy. In addition to that she was tall with prominent breasts which looked still firm and uphold. I remember clearly that her left nipple and bellybutton were both pierced and the nipple was just amazing. Big, brownish and stiff, jotted out of her big breast. That was the left one and was very sexy. Her nipples were all the time prominent and not just like some women who their nipple is flat. Some women you have to pinch their nipple or suck or bite it to get it out but theirs were upright all the time. That was one of the things which made her look very sexy. Now just writing about it makes me hard but at the time I didn’t get much of erection because normally when the body is tired, there’s not much activity going on down there! I hope next time I'm there I get a good, steady and long erection because I want to see her reaction to that. When I asked her originally about erections, before going to the meeting, she said I would have to breath and erections come and go. I really hope it comes and doesn't go during the next session!
Her pubic hair was trimmed nicely and although the room was not completely lit, just to give the relaxing atmosphere, I could see that. Due to the positions we had toward each other and I’m sure she selected them to expose less of herself, I didn’t get a straight look but during the exercise and bending and moving, I saw the outer labia and I should say that they looked good which for a woman in her late 30’s is awesome. She had a very nice and sexy belly as well. I like that in women and that pierced belly button gave it more glamour, I would say. The skin looked so soft that it's smoothness would please the eyes, not to mention touching! And no extra hair. I should say that I studied her body throughout the exercise whenever I had the chance and the above is not something you could get just by a glimpse. The only negative point about that lady was her ass. She does not have a sexy ass and while her skin is, I'm sure, as smooth as silk and just tells you to kiss and caress those cheeks, when she walks, or stands, you don't see that roundness that a sexy ass normally has. And about her butt-hole, I can't say anything because although she bent over with her back almost towards me, a few times, I didn't get a chance to see what I love very much in women, their butt-hole. All the positions she were in when she bent over required the legs to be close to each other.
She started the practice or maybe I should say moves and while explaining she showed them as well. I tried to keep up as much as I could and I have to admit that it really was good. It actually was awesome. Some of the moves really were challenging for me and I’m a kind of a guy who exercises almost regularly. After a while which I can not say how long it was, I started sweating like a pig and droplets would fall on the mat and the floor. During one of the bending and diving, I looked down on my penis and I realized that a long string of liquid, or pre-cum was hanging from the tip of my penis’s head and was about to land on the mat! Fortunately it was dark and she didn’t notice that and when later she rolled the mat, I guess, she probably would think it was a droplet of sweat! This was the reaction of my tired body to the situation and her body. I didn’t get hard but my body reacted that way. The one hour session passed very smoothly and I got the chance to check her out from different angles. Unfortunately when she was showing a few moves which she spread her legs, she sat sideways so I didn’t get a good look at the front area rather than the fantastic breasts, of course. We relaxed on the floor at the end while a nice music was being played, some East Indian. At the end the relaxing moment with the light out, the good smell of some kind of perfume that she sprayed and a little touch on the feet by her was very good. So I decided to go if the group size was at that level because I had already checked and realized there were groups of 6 or 7 and mostly men! So why the hell would I go to such a group! I also realized some of the women who attended, came with their partner. So I guess that’s the practice because I didn’t see any woman by herself. For that reason I decided to check every session before I go. The fact is if I’m going to a yoga class and I want to exercise and pay that much, which actually is very good, I’d rather to go where I can see naked women, not some old fart with a penis hanging in front of him like a mouse tail! So now I’m looking forward for the next session to see what will be available to enjoy both in terms of scenery and exercise. Not to forget that having an erection in front of women who can see your penis at any moment is fun enough by itself. This actually reminds me of a meeting that I once had with a girl, not a girlfriend of course, a girl classmate, years ago. I went to SAIT on my bike and had cycling short with nothing underneath. We were sitting and chatting and I guess we wanted to go somewhere to study or get a coffee and for a reason that I don't remember I had a hard-on and the penis was lying on my right thigh! When I stood up to leave I caught her eyes looking at the bulge but she said nothing nor did anything. I guess most of the girl wouldn't do anything under the circumstance unless we were close or she was horny!
(Photo: This is called Crow Pose and I liked it. This I used to do when I was a little kid and I have no idea what it was called but it was a type of challenge within the guys of my age! Now I see it maybe 30 years or even longer after that. Our instructor did that when she was doing it in front of us. So there was no back or side nudity like this photo here!)

Friday, May 05, 2017

The Miserable Weather of Quebec!

When I lived in British Columbia, or to be specific, the disgusting Lower Mainland, one of my main concerns was its damn weather: Raining most of the time! I hated that! Here, in Quebec, it doesn't look it's much better than there! It hasn't rained for a few days but the cold weather and chilly wind still exists. I just checked the weather and I realized that there will be rain for the rest of the week and even the next week! Thanks!
It's been either rain, snow, extreme wind, snowstorm or chilly weather since I came here. Probably as many as 3 sunny days! 
I don't have big plans for the weekend. Where can you go without a proper vehicle?! You're like a crippled person(!) but I wanted to have a walk around the town which now seems far fetched especially with the damn cab fees here! The damn cab charged me $9 for a 3 Km ride last weekend!
(Photo: Bad picture! I took it when I was being driven from P. E. T. International Airport to Saint Jean Sur Richelieu. The damn ride cost me more than $100(!) and like most of the days the weather was shitty! Dogs and cats coming down!) 

Thursday, May 04, 2017

CFLRS Notes (9): Padre

I've never been religious in my life. Maybe it's not entirely true. I was partially brainwashed(!) during junior high when I attended Elm-o-din (meaning Science and Religion) school. In case you wonder it was called that name, I should say they probably intend to say that they care both about science (education) and religion at the same time in the school. The religious team of teachers and staff were strict over students over those years particularly because those were the years of Iran-Iraq War, the very bad days that both sides, mainly Iranians had high casualties and that was because Iraqis used chemical weapons against the Iranians. I remember posters of injured soldiers with big blisters and wounds all over their partially covered body on the school corridor. You could not, not be religious (this is used in Seinfeld!) on those years because that was a religious war or as they call it Sacred Defense.
I'm getting off the track but this is short top story is a good example to read for the asshole who say Saddam didn't have weapons of mass destruction! If a chemical gas such as Mustard Gas is not a weapon of mass destruction then what is, morons?! It's a separate topic that I should perhaps get into it later.
Anyways the reason why I brought that up is just to say that I'm not religious but when I went to CFLRS I realized that the school has several Padres and they offer religious and consulting services. Interesting.
I had the chance to meet two of them so far, not personally though. One when I was part of the main platoon, during introduction to the Chapel and then when I was thrown out, (a separate story), another one, a French-Canadian gentleman, from Montreal.
He, with his interesting French accent, told us once a story about the time he was in Afghanistan (many of the staff there had been to that country as part of Canada's long mission) which I don't think would cause any issue if I told it here:
When I was deployed to Afghanistan I once shared a room with someone else. I snore in my sleep. So when we woke up in the morning I said good morning to him. In response, he just growled! I then realized that his behaviour was different through the day. I eventually got an opportunity to ask him if everything was OK or not. He said that it was not! I asked him what the problem was. He said I snored so loudly that he could not sleep! He then added that he was so mad that he wanted to wake me up by shaking me hard (the padre actually imitated that move!) but he was afraid of doing that because he thought God was at my side! 
We all burst into laughter here! It was impossible not to laugh the way he narrated the story!
(Photo: Here in a photo taken from CAF website [I hope they don't mind] a padre is leading a ceremony on a Canadian ship)

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

CLFRS Notes (8): One Night in Farnham

Farnham is a little town south of Montreal which is used for field training by CFLRS. There used to be a WWII POW camp there. We were scheduled to go there for a day and a night. That was my second trip to the place. After the primary activities and a little theory courses, we were to set our camp in a swamp which it's actually called bivouac! Yes! Recruits set up there camps in a forest area and that day it was raining and it was wet and muddy everywhere.
The first thing you have to set up is your tent so you don't get wet during the night but there's a little issue: There's actually no tent! Instead you have a long tarp which has zipper at one side and you match with another recruit's and make a roof on the top of your heads! It's very narrow and the two people, especially if they're a little big, will have a hard time fitting in! You use strings and pieces of wood to tie two ends of the tarp to two trees and stabilize the tent-like shelter to the ground. There's no bottom! You will have to use your air mattress which actually is not too bad but it's very narrow. This tent-like shelter, which is designed for sleeping only because it's too short to be sit in, is called Hoochie but don't use it individually! Use it with the word tent,coming after it if you're looking for it in the Internet! It should be Hoochie Tent because the word Hoochie by itself means something like slut! I asked the Lieutenant whether the term was Japanese or not. He said he did not think so. When I looked it up (after finding the right spelling and knowing the meaning of Hoochie by itself!) I learnt that the word is probably has Japanese roots!
Setting up Hoochie is not hard. Sleeping in is a bit, particularly if it rains all the fucking night! We had a lesson on how to use Lantern and Field Stove which was good and we got the chance to see and taste prepared food. There was a variety of them: From Spaghetti with Meatball Sauce(!) to Chicken Breast with Vegetables and different types of sliced fruits and desserts(!)
We eventually decided to get to the damn Hoochie and get some sleep especially because we had been woken early to be able to get to the bus on time. It was raining but it was not very cold. I first decided to sleep on the top of sleeping bag while it was laid down inside a waterproof bag and that was on the top of the air mattress because we had been advised that sleeping in the sleeping bag would require to take all the cloths and be only in underwear and I didn't want to do that because I didn't have a spot to put my cloths. They would get mud on them. It was a disaster. I first left my rucksack, helmet and vest outside because the rain was not much but I had to bring them in as the rain was intensified. I arranged myself on the top of everything I had brought while have all of my cloths on, even my raincoat(!) but soon I realized that my butt was muddy and wet! I tried to ignore that and sleep for a few minutes and even fell sleep once but my buddy said something or made a noise that made me up! I then decided to go to the toilet and there I used a few pieces of toilet paper and covered the wet area!
I then went back to the Hoochie while rain has not gotten slower and the bivouac was like a real swamp! You would go a few millimeters down when step your foot on the ground. It was colder than the evening so I took my muddy boots off and went inside the sleeping bag with the hope that I get a few hours of sleep. I guess it was around 05:45 hours that I was woken up by my partner. It was our time to watch. Every two persons get a half an hour (our in cases an hour) of watch for the camp. We were lucky that we were the last team and didn't have to break our sleeps! Collecting the stuff (both personal and common) was the next. We then transferred the rucksacks to the gym so the truck could be cleaned and then cleaned the gymnasium itself and after a course in the rain (which was presented by the Lieutenant) we headed back to the garrison for lunch. Overall it was a good experience but its level of intensity was not even 1/10 of what recruits get as members of their platoons(!) but we learnt a lot and enjoy the trip.
(Photo: The Hoochie tent we assembled was quite similar to this one in the photo except that the sides were closer to the ground and we used pieces of small woods to secure that and the ground was not as clean and nice as this picture. It was all muddy and wet with pieces of rock, tree roots and broken branches and was not leveled like this!)

Monday, May 01, 2017

CFLRS Notes (7): The Clinic

There's a big clinic in the garrison. Who thought there would be a need for that?! ... Well ... It definitely is a must in an environment where all sorts of injuries happen. However you need a variety of specialist with good experience. Unfortunately there's neither specialty, nor experience!
I first ended up going to the clinic when I had pain in my left knee and my left calve was swollen twice its normal size! I realized one afternoon but I ignored that. It must have been the result of continuous working my feet: Going up and down 5 floors few times a day, marching, running, squatting, you name it. 
One day we did an intense exercise and then in the afternoon there was a march drill. I thought I should go to the clinic. I found a time that it did not interfere with any course. 
After waiting for a few minutes I was examined by a physician (I assume) in uniform (I rather not disclose the rank). There I was told that I might have had a blood clot!! 
I'm quite familiar with that condition. The Screamer, the fucking, disgusting, human-like, animal, in the previous work has that. He had to go for blood test every day and take medications. The presumably physician prescribed me a pill (a blood thinner) and told me that I was in dire danger! He warned me not to fall(!) and said that I should go to the local hospital tomorrow morning to make sure that the condition exists through Ultra-sound test. That was it. The next morning I was driven to the town's hospital and as I knew it was found out that I didn't have any clot in my veins or vessels! 
That kicked me back for more than probably 2 months(!) because I missed a mandatory course the morning that I was sent to the hospital and after that I was automatically sent to TRP section!
TRP is for the people who are re-coursed, meaning they have to stop their course and start it later. It's a terrible experience and makes you lazy for the time you have to go back to a platoon again but that is what it is. Generally the clinic staff are very polite, helpful and nice but not skillful and experiences as said in the beginning. As a Master Corporal told me once and I only quote here: If you're good at what you're doing as a physician, why would you join such clinic? Unless you were the last one in your class, there would be no other reason for that!
(Photo: This areal picture of the garrison [not sure by whom and hopefully they don't mind shows the clinic on the lower right corner)