How the army of a precious possession robbed me

My white sports shirt is sacred to me. Not because it was expensive or because I would have celebrated great sporting triumphs. No – the reason is much more banal: it still fits me. Unfortunately, I can no longer say that from most other sports shirts in my closet. It was all the greater the fright that I experienced a few weeks ago at Herrenberg in Diekirch.

For a I took part in video reportage on the recording test for the voluntary soldier. In an email to the applicants, the army recalled to bring a towel on the day of the test.

However, the email in which this information was with other applicants must have landed in the spam folder. Because as a corporal after the sports test in the changing rooms « Showering is mandatory! » Cried, the applicants flinched with their shoulders and moved on. « I repeat: Showering is mandatory! » However, the prompt, which was increasingly formulated as a threat, then developed its desired effect. Two competitors were shyed by the corporal not to have packed a bath towel. So there is no option.

However, the corporal made it unequivocally clear to the two that it was not a request, but a command. Reluctantly, they went into the shower. When she returned to her place, one of them asked me if he could borrow my towel. That didn’t matter to me. What gave me grief was that the young person confused my black bathing towel with my white sports t-shirt and openly dried out from top to bottom-especially his intimate area.

As soon as the first one had given me back the shirt, the next one was already in front of me – with it. I sighed again. He also used the T-shirt extensively to dry. The fact that the two had confused something only became clear to them when they irritated me to watch how I dried myself with my actual black bath towel. « I wanted to buy a new one anyway, » I said with a smile – to make the embarrassing knowledge easier for you.