Right after school, I started serving at the german army in 2012. Two months of basic training and an additional month of medical training flew past me. Until the ebola epidemic hit West Africa in 2014, I was serving in the ambulance service of the german army around Berlin. I was then deployed to Nigeria, where me and my unit were to provide security of a medical isolation camp. Four months later, we got replaced with another unit and I moved back to Berlin.
In 2015 the european refugee crisis arose and I was deployed to a arrival camp near the border of Austria. Again our task was to provide security in that camp, along with a couple of other units.
In that camp, I made the traumatic experience to kill a person for the first time. The man had disarmed another soldier and was threatening to shoot at us, if we didn't retreat. After calling out to him, to surrender and drop the gun, I fired four shots at him, when he pointed the gun at one of my comrades. Even though we tried to save his life, he died on the scene and we could only guess why he would do things like that.
After that incident, I got sent home to get psychological treatment. I did not take my first kill really well.
That however changed, when I got deployed to Afghanistan, just 4 weeks later. I was now part of a mobile medical response team. Whenever someone gut injured in the field, we rolled out and tried to recover and treat that soldier.
During that time I got into many firefights and did see a lot of soldiers on both sides die. But after a while, it stopped to hurt and I got used to the screaming, the blood and the bodies everywhere.
I was in Afghanistan for over a year, until in July 2017 I got deployed to Chernarus in response of a mysterious epidemic spreading. Stationed at the north western airfield, close to Vybor, I was guarding the military camp in the north of it. Nothing happened, until one day I went to a store. It was my free day. I received chatter through my radio. I could hear screams and somebody trying to call out for someone. I assumed, it would be an emergency and wanted to return to base. But I could not find my friend. He and the car we came with were gone.
So I tried hitchhiking and after a while, I was able to stop someone. He let me hop in and we started our way.
He was driving really fast, as if he was trying to get away from something.
I knew, something was wrong, when he suddenly left the road and pulled up in front of a remote barn. Someone opened the gate and we entered it. I saw myself surrounded by civilians, armed with AKs. I turned to the driver and looked down the barrel of his pistol.
They robbed everything I had, just leaving my clothes and the radio, that still nobody talked on. Then they knocked me out.
Hours later I woke up to an empty barn...