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DANISH STORY

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Sunlight reflected the mood of the soldiers who rode their motorcycles in a long the military column, like streamers, the liquidation of the way through the crowded city. Resplendent in their uniforms, soldiers sat proudly in their motorcycles, while others chose to rest on the opening crew trucks since gradually returned to their barracks.

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It had just finished a highly successful military maneuver as part of its annual war games. There was a great achievement, even his general, who gave no indication of their emotions, was satisfied with the outcome. He hardly spoke a word, but this was taken as a positive sign of his lieutenants and sergeants.

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The joy of his success was also recognized by the common people, who had gathered on the trails, sometimes spilling into the street, adding to congestion traffic.

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Everywhere people could be seen throwing flowers at the soldiers and staff, encouraging as strong, but even drowns military bands playing songs from their vehicles awakening especially ornate.

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â € ~ Hurra, â € ™ scream and â € ~ well done, boys! â € ™ while constantly pushing each other to approach the caravan. And in what seemed, was applause faces everywhere.

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The endless column could only move slowly, as if trying to return to barracks, was proving be quite tedious.

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By thought so too, ™ € while driving his gray motorcycle with the car full face with passengers â € ~ All this stopping and starting is really strenuous thought â € ~ that requires intensive concentration € ™ seemed almost invisible to the crowd, sitting on his motorcycle and his whole bulky equipment that would have fallen long ago had it not been firmly secured with leather straps. And before him, Reclining in a bag made a comfortable mattress, was Gina, an Italian girl who was luxuriously stretched out on the luggage, laughing and waving to the cheering people.

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â € ~ Gina, you have to get out and sit behind me in a proper seat! I can hardly see traffic directing and before me. And if we are to gain speed, you could fall off.â € ™

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A laugh peeling was Gina € ™ s response. â € ~ You worry too much, are too serious. Enjoy the day â € "everyone does it! ™ € â When it

turned his attention to the audience, smiling and waving to them.

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Mixed with the soldiers, who were on top of trucks and vehicles Armored personnel carriers were civilians. Italians were mostly girls, â € ™ € ~ helpers, as they affectionately called, had come to Denmark to work under contract with the armed forces. As they were always cheerful and hardworking, adds to the camaraderie prevailed.

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The Tudor-style houses on either side of the road were decorated with colored flags and banners that stretched across the road and gave the appearance of a roof on the road. They were mostly red flags with white crosses, waving in the breeze, seemingly with emotion. And occasionally cloud is smiling from the powder blue sky.

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It sits proudly on his motorcycle, smiling occasionally wipe perspiration from his face. The convoy was approaching the city center and only proceeding slowly because of traffic congestion. This made driving him more and more difficult and requires all his concentration. With all that stop and start suddenly increased speed and braking, there was a clear danger of execution or the vehicle in front of it or being struck by the huge truck behind him. Especially since his view that the traffic ahead was partially blocked by Gina.

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â € ~ Gina, into the seat behind me. Now! â € ™ said to her and managed to say this in a firm, commanding voice, and she immediately obeyed. After all, was responsible for the safety of their passengers and transport.

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The afternoon sun was casting long shadows, when the column finally arrives to barracks. Soldiers and civilian girls gleefully dismantle, running into the dining room as they were in need of some refreshment before storing away of equipment and vehicles in the right places.

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As they rushed toward the bar, Per, hurried along part also increasingly of the long line of people in a narrow corridor. Pushing and shoving his way down the spiral staircase and into a corner, he saw the lieutenant position and hence out of sight and ready to pounce on any offender of military discipline. He had a reputation among the soldiers to be constantly angry.

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It was by the mass of people now slowly shuffled down the stairs. Facing him, realized his joke Gina and playing on his shoulder, He smiled as he teased her with the only Italian words he knew:

â € ~ Avanti, avanti! â € ™.

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The lieutenant, who was also Italian, hearing this, mistook this as a joke at his expense and stopped by everyone ran to him.

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The lieutenant ™ € s face became a grimace of anger by giving a reprimand and taking notes for a report with all the consequences result. It tried to plead with him and tries to explain that the comment was for Gina, but in vain.

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Standing there, desperate he sees the General and a Colonel walking down the empty plaza. Boldly stepping forward and addressing them a soldier in an appropriate manner, explain your situation.

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The general listens and becomes official next to him: â € ~ address this issue and want to know! Â € ™

The Colonel ™ € s voice was not hostile: â € ~ Go to the bar and now writing his report on this incident. And I have on my desk tomorrow morning, at the latest. I will study this matter! Â € ™ â € ™ She greeted him as a sign of dismissal.

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The square weapon was devoid of people, giving a feeling of loneliness. He makes his way back to the canteen, and as it falls into a wave of joy wrapped.

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It is a seat at a table near the wall and pulls out a sheet of writing paper from a rack, attached to the wall before him. It was at eye level, which contains mostly magazines and some stationary. Thoughtful, place the sheet on the table and taking his pen from his pocket, he tries to gather his thoughts on his report.

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He quickly looked around, taking-in the mass of people having fun. The vast hall was clear lime oak beams and lamps spider with many bulbs that had individual lampshades decorated with red cloth and white checkered. Oak tables, too, were covered with tablecloths in the pattern of the same red and white, adding cheer to the current bonhomie.

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â € ~ How do I start, Whata € ™ s the best way to start? â € ™, he thought, looking at the page blank blank. Suddenly he realized an Italian waitress bent over his shoulders, placed a two-page paper in front of him seems to have been booted from the center of one of the many magazines.

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He seemed to know about your situation.

â € ~ Here! Read this â € "itâ € ™ s all in Hereâ € ™ he said with compassion and gone. Something confusing, look at the pages before him, they A seemed to tell a story and begins to read:

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â € œThe bright sun reflected the mood of the soldiers, as they rode their bikes in a long military column as serpentine winding road through the crowded city. Resplendent in their uniforms, some soldiers were sitting proudly on their bikes while others chose to rest in the open truck crew as they gradually returned to their barracks.

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They had just finished a highly successful military maneuver as part of their annual war games. It had been a great achievement, and even his general, gave no indication of his emotions, pleased with the outcome. He hardly spoke a word, but this was taken as a positive sign of his lieutenants € officers and noncommissioned officers.

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Continue reading with amazement and learns that history is their history!

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â € ~ Who put this in front of me? â € ™ he asks the soldier sitting next to him. But only a shrug is your answer. Standing waves for the double page, and calls out: â € ~ Hey, Has anyone seen it in front of me? â € ™

Several excitedly people's answer: â € ~ He was a waitress! ™ € â But no one can remember that one, because there are a number of them working busily in and out of the room.

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Returning to the intriguing story of himself, he reads it will rise, walking through the hall to the next room, where he will meet his future wife € | â € |.

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The details by reading these very apprehensive and becomes even funny. As if by magic, feels compelled to read this story, right to the end.

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Going to say across the floor, and walked to the door of the next room to find a pretty blonde girl and says:

â € ™ you'll see tonight! â € ™

â € ~ Yes, I'll see you tonight! Â € ™ she nods shyly.

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And when he started reading about a huge wedding to be held, with all the soldiers and staff attending the unity of the church through the streets decked out in flags, and the applause and good wishes of people crowding the sidewalk, smiling and happy,

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For sense of the enormity Now! Pale and trembling, rose from his seat and walked stiffly to the other door at the end of the bar.

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Nobody noticed him when he crossed the room, the noise of chatter and laughter continued unabated while he suddenly felt very alone in what he thought was the most important moment of his life.

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Reaching the door, looked through a glass window in a small waiting room: he had the same whitewashed walls, and a few wooden chairs were placed at the opposite end of the room.

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First, to perceive the room so empty, but suddenly noticed a girl seated on a chair, as stated in the story. A feeling of de ja vu came over him and I felt I had known all his life. Everything here is so familiar, I was young and fresh face and long blond hair cascading over rich shoulders.

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She wore a white summer dress, sleeveless accentuates your skin pink. His feet were in sandals and tight shapely hands were resting in her lap. His gaze fell to the ground and she seems to be expecting something predestinedâ € | â € |.

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As you open the door and steps into the room, she looks at him for a moment with a shy smile on his face. It seems that she expected. Her face had always known, was so familiar, so natural. She did not need to wear makeup because his skin is soft and pale. Her lips are full and too pale and feels that she may be aware of this all important moment in their lives.

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He introduced himself and quickly looks at him with the bluest eyes ever seen and nods knowingly.

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Per, feeing so in unison with her and still remember the story hea € ™ d just read this story about him, is only capable of stumbling over the words of his dry mouth: â € ~ You're my future wife! â € ™

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His eyes still downcast, immediately nods and whispers, â € ~ I know! â € ™ A slow blush appears in giving them a shell cheeks look pink.

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â € ™ I'll see you tonight! â € ™ one hears, feel surprised for this momentous event.Â

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But she also knows all this and without looking to settle firmly Per â € ~ If, I'll this! night â € ™

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Per is back in the bar with this strange feeling, a feeling of commitment and purpose. He realizes that he forgot to ask his name, but considers this unimportant detail. He has found his future wife, who now has a purpose in life and that's what matters!

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Suddenly, a determination to act and seized him, having already read the story € "his story, he knew what to do next! Striding past tables full purpose with their comrades of free care through the square weapons, suddenly found himself standing outside the office of Lieutenant of women.

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The two girls smiled at the main office when they saw come and feel your sense of urgency to deal with the lieutenant. They noted that one of the doors â € "This way! ™ € Â Upon entering the Lieutenant ™ € s room, was greeted warmly and offered him a seat. This officer appears to have a lot of time and listened patiently to his own, a little confusing, report and smiled at his pronounced intention to marry. Nodding to reassure her, she undertook to organize the paperwork and procedures and, wishing Maybe this soldier took stunned by the door.

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â € ~ Donâ € ™ t worry about anything, â € ™ heard him say, â € ~ I'ma € ™ ll arrange the necessary papers and then call you for signature. It's that easy! Â € ™

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This conversation calmed by much. He stepped outside and suddenly finds the barrack ™ € s crowded square, soldiers and civilians, shouting encouragement and best wishes.

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Itâ € ™ s as if everyone around him knew what he was happening, except him!

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Peter Frederick

www.life-on-the-road.com

peter-frederick@hotmail.com

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About the Author

ABOUT MYSELF

For most of my working life I have been in Sales, either retail, wholesale or manufacturer’s representative. Because of this I have met a lot of people from different cultures and organisations and observed their psychological make-up, and how people interact with one another. This has given me a chance to observe and discover some positive and not so positive fundamentals in contact with one another.

During this time an opportunity presented itself for me to start writing, and since then, I have written a lot because of the pleasure I get from writing. I like the challenge of finding the right words to craft the perfect sentences which, in turn, convey a perfect story. .Whilst I have not achieved this stage of perfection, just to think and be able to write down my thoughts, is for me something very stimulating and satisfying.