I served just over a year in the Swedish navy. Even though a short stint it taught me a lot.

We would spend weeks at sea and if you were lucky the captain would occasionally take a break in a port town to let everyone (mainly him) blow of some steam. After days of slamming waves and vomit the idea of dry land was very welcome, but our arrival in these redneck villages were far from it.

While most of us unsuccessfully tried to blend in , some cadettes thought wearing their special occasion Donald Duck uniform would enhance their chances with the local ladies . Big mistake. Instead, they became a magnet for jealous boyfriends and zealous Sergeants and often seen marched home, dick in hand, uniform in tatters and sentenced to gruelling deck duty the following day.