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throwaway due to obvious reasons. i cannot release too many details or get myself chewed out. a friend told me i had to post this to reddit, so here it goes. this happened about two weeks ago before christmas. 

i am a low ranked soldier in a ski patrol section. my section is responsible for guarding the border with russia and looking out for people who seek to cross the border illegally. the task is very repetitive and cold, usually doing geared up patrols about 15-20km in total before returning to our designated station. we use very old cross country skis that have ancient bindings used with boot mounts. we use standard issue winter boots with mounts on the soles for the ski bindings. these of course are terrible, even for the snow. the bindings would come off easily if not paying attention to where they get hooked or apply too much pressure to either side of the bindings.

the border has a distinctive path where trees are chopped down in line to separate our countries apart. the russian border patrol are very intolerant of people crossing into their territory, even our company of ski patrols. we must ask permission at a joint post not so far away from our station to cross into russian territory for specified reasons, in person. we aren’t allowed to just radio our intentions in a full-on red tape scheme. if for any reason foreign army personnel enters their territory without permission, there will be trouble.

cue the fuckup.

our ski patrol has been going to our farthest distance before we eventually find a new ski patrol section. on the way back, about 6 of us are skiing down a long, but shallow slope with heavy gear close to a steep slope leading directly into russia. we are going downhill where powder snow covers up chunks of ice and rocks that could easily bump you out and fall over if not balancing all the added weight from the gear. as we are about 12km away from our station, going to return for guard change, i mess up and everything is going downhill (really).

i lost my ski as i hit a boulder of sorts that knocked off one of my skis off, driving straight down the steep slope on my side. everybody stopped and as i got up i saw the trail of my ski going into the tree line in russia. we had to discuss what to do and came to a few options. we could either:

* make me use one ski through the remainder of the patrol, being incredibly stupid and inefficient to do.
* wait in the cold for the other soldiers to go back to station and return with a snowmobile and requested permission, picking up my lost ski and arrive back at night time.
* go get it, (corporal doesn’t really think russians are that intolerant of a missing ski)

[visual of terrain]( http://imgur.com/a/9tup1)

proceed to the fuckup.

none of us are allowed to leave our rifles, even out of reach from our arms. (it can’t go missing as a superior many years ago lost his own while taking a leak in the forest, not ensuring his rifle was safe.) now i am entering russia going down a hill trying to look for the ski by its trail, carrying a rifle and walking straight into foreign territory. i am walking about 60 meters into the territory with its continuous slope, still haven’t found a ski yet. there is a road on the other side where russian trucks are heard by their loud truck engines. 
i’m looking around to see if the ski had caught onto a tree when a car with a jeep look shows up and stops. a uniformed man steps out quickly keeping his hand on his holster. we do not have remotely the same ones. he looks angry, comes towards me and starts spewing out a river of russian words that (guess what?) i can’t understand. i try my best imitation of skiing and telling a broken story of losing my ski. things get worse when i stressfully turn around trying to get a glimpse of the missing ski instead of looking at him as he speaks. he grabs my shoulder to get my attention and signals me to get into his car heading closer towards my base. without my radio, i yell to my section that they just have to continue going back without me or my ski. he asks me to hand over my weapons and shows me to the back seat of the jeep and have an awkward 30-minute ride to a shed with other russian guards. the angry guy talks to one of them in an office and takes a call to our station that is nearly adjacent (approx. 1km away) to the shed. i’m waiting outside for any positive news. an older guy comes out looking half disappointed, half angry. he gives me the flat hand gesture of “wait here”, so i do. a few minutes later, my sergeant shows up to get me from a snow mobile. he is not in a happy mood. he takes me back to the motherland where i get hounded in laughs from an off duty guard team. my patrol shows up later and have questions and a general roast of how i “won” a moment today.

 

sidenote: i am bad at telling stories.
edit: spelling

TIFU by undeliberately invading Russia.