Army Stories


Lala, the service which had been offering free music streams online, pulled the plug on the service a few weeks ago only after 1 month in business.

The company had started to let users stream their favorite songs to their computers for free. But Lala managed only to sign an agreement with one of the four major labels??Warner Music Group. Now it has shut off its streaming songs service until it has more label partners.

I know I’m a bit late on this, but it’s not the first time Lala and it’s predecessors failed. Will we ever be able to get free music online? Until then there’s always YouTube.

I thought it might be interesting to hear some other perspectives, here is one story about a taxi driver, Turkish Milo.

In response to this comment asking how we were able to take pictures (there are more stay tuned) I though it best to describe the inspection process on the first day.

On the first day when you enter the base ground everyone walks through a metal detector that incessantly beeps. It looks weird if you don’t beep as you walk through but everybody does and none of the solders take notice. After the initiation process all of the bags are checked once again.

People bring all sorts of luggage from full suitcases to small gym bags lacking soap and shampoo as I had. (I probably should post about the night before I got to Burdur to explain). Everything is given a decent look-over and mostly books and pills draw attention. Pills including vitamins, medicine, and Pepto-Bismal are allowed in, only to be confiscated the next day.

You are allowed to bring “necessary” pills on the first day and then they ask everyone if they have any pills on the second. We’ve already been allowed right so no problem everyone responds honestly and then the pills/vitamins are confiscated and destroyed. (Personally I believe the “good ones” are sold or taken by solders in the infirmary). A lesson for anyone who has to do army time in Burdur, Turkey - KEEP YOU MOUTH SHUT ABOUT YOUR VITAMIN C. No one will find out if you shut-up and discretely keep it in your locker.

Books are checked to make sure they don’t contain any political or controversial content and cell phones are registered and taken away for keeping. This is only during the first week however then everyone becomes privy to this and so have the shopkeepers just outside the base.

Being Turkish they’ve found a way to make a buck off of an opportunity - they offer to keep the cell phones during the week and you can pick them up on the weekends when you are let out for a few hours. This way when you return you can sneak it back in (not registered remember) and then take pictures. The shop keepers also take cameras too and this is how the pictures were taken.

The store owners all seemed pretty trust worth and countless people got their expensive electronics back without any being “lost”.

More pictures to come… ;)

…in Burdur, Turkey.

Once the required paperwork is filled out and your passport and ID information is recorded everyone is grouped by their ‘manga’ (30 or so people) and told to go outside…and wait.

This is a central theme of the entire experience, waiting. You wait for everything. For most people this was something hard to cope with, from day 1 on. Personally I found it relaxing. In parts of Africa this is called ‘leftover’ or ‘free’ time. Time that passes when you have no control over it, whether it be in shopping mall lines, traffic jams, or the Turkish conscription army, it is time you should relish in. A very African concept that is hard for many Westerners to accept or appriciate.

A major lesson I learned during my stay was to enjoy this time because I had nothing else to worry about. The outside world had it’s own problems, clocks, and schedules. I just had to “stand over there” for an indefinite amount of time. Quite liberating in my mind.

For the others, groans of all sorts began to crop up almost immediately.

  • Why are we here?
  • Why are we waiting when we could be unloading our bags?
  • This is so disorganized, I thought this place would be organized.

The question “Why” doesn’t exist within the tall gray walls of the Burdur base. Eventually something will happen. During this first hour, the “eventually” ended up being all of us getting on a bus to be driven to some other part of the place. Turkish pop music was playing in the background and it was soothing to be reminded of the outside. It sounds silly, but in such an unfamiliar place, anything that is remotely familiar provides comfort.

People on the bus began to introduce themselves to each other, mostly business people or workers, married with children. I’d be asked countless times, are you married? When I responded (with a proud) “no” I got the same response, “you will be soon then.”

Lucky we weren’t armed ;)

Bags are searched and any pills that are questionable are taken. Anything that isn’t questionable is taken the next day. Vitamins, diarrheal medicine, Tylenol is all thrown away - better to keep your mouth shut. I remember being all 30 of us being told over and over, “you are not leaving early, anyone. No matter what, so don’t try. Oh and if you are fasting, too bad because you are all getting shots today.” It was Ramazan at the time, “and no praying anywhere except the mescit.”

Previous posts here.

I have a recommendation for anyone who will be going to Burdur - learn to like the people you are waiting in line with as you enter the base.

Getting into the place everyone is jockeying for position and it is easy to get confused as to where to stand and it’s just as easy to lose your cool too. One person making fun of the other amidst the crowd is annoying. More annoying is the fact that the people you are in line with are the people you will be spending almost all of three weeks with.

Grouped into sections of 30 or so people this becomes your squad, or in Turkish ‘manga‘.

The first thing one notices as they get pass the beeping metal detector and into a room full of chairs lined up is the order of things. If there are 20 chairs, 20 people sit there. No empty seats and no skipping a seat to sit with your friends. You’ll be told once in a stern tone, but everyone continues to talk and then the stern tone becomes agitated yelling.

This may seem obvious or trite to those who are or have been in the military. It does catch you off guard however because it is so different than the civilian world. In ‘real’ life you can sit where you want and more or less can feel as an equal to people you run across.

My first thoughts were:

  • Shit, I can’t do what I want.
  • I can’t complain or talk back about it.
  • I need to pee.

…as I’m filling out waivers.

Part 1, 2, and 3, here.

Burdur, Turkey is a small place and most everyone gets there via car or bus.

On the lonely, dusty highway in, as the signs tell you that only a few kilometers remain one gets the sense that the drive will never end. I have no doubt these feelings have something to do with anxiety, but as soon as I felt on the edge of the world a set of very familiar golden arches could be made on the horizon.

I’m not kidding…a McDonald’s, in the middle of nowhere.

As I was overcome with a small surprise (no, not a Starbucks in sight) I saw a haze from the car window which I made out to be the huge Lake Burdur. A few shops and small cafes began to line the street and while absorbing the town I was shocked to see a few thousand people in the streets, all with bags and chattering like little old ladies.

Some old, bald, and fat, they looked more like they were going on vacation more than anything else. At this point any feelings of anxiety were washed away (from me at least). Perhaps it was the crowd, seeing the surroundings, or excitement.

I hung around for a few minutes and got ready to go on to the base, surrounded by gray walls and the occasional solider with a machine gun directing traffic. Bags in hand people line up to go through metal detectors that beep every time someone passes through, but no one gives any notice.

At that moment something hits…that the reality you know is gone and you are entering a new order. Suddenly you are no longer under your own control.

In case you don’t know what this post is about, here is the background and Part 1.

You may have never thought about it so I’ll pose the question to you - what would you bring with you to the army? This is a question that is more difficult to answer than it would seem. Even though there is this list (in Turkish) I had no idea how much or little to bring. The list covers things such as razors and toothpaste *duh* but doesn’t cover one rather important item.

TOILET PAPER.

I wish someone had told me that as I ran into the bathroom after the first day desperately trying to keep my feces inside of myself.

I’ll leave the rest of this to the comments…and try to save what little dignity I have :P

This is the first post in a series of posts about my stint in the Turkish army. I decided to write some background for those who may not know what this is all about. Let me start off by saying that I am not writing these to toot my own horn, but to educate people about the lessons I took back from my 21 days.

Not only about military life, but about the culture surrounding it - and the impact that such a short chronological amount of time can have on a person’s life. Here it begins…

So how did 6,000 with normal jobs living all over the world end up serving in the Turkish army? They were all male and Turkish citizens. Baring any kind of mental or physical disability every man is required to serve in the Turkish military. We got off lucky, the average stay is 15 months, but if you can prove you’ve been working overseas for 2 years at least…

then pay at least $6,000 (more expensive for people living in Europe than in the States - 2 grand at least)…

After months or years of waiting you might get approved.

Approved for what?

To spend 21 days in Burdur, Turkey, serving your time and fulfilling your mandatory military obligation.

Burdur

There will be more to come with pictures and stories about showers, shitting bathrooms, and gay people. Thought I did need to lay the foundation - questions? Just ask in the comments…and stay turned every Friday for stories and information from day 1 on.

I’ve decided to begin posting about my army experiences from day 1 on, including stories, events, why I only took 3 showers, etc. I’ll begin posting every Friday beginning this week and of course there will be pictures as well.

If there is anything you’d like me to write about or have any specific requests, let me know in the comments!?