Letters From Basic Training

Humorous and light-hearted correspondence from one who survived.

Friday, February 10, 2006

 

Sunday 10th February 2002

Ah! Nothing better than a Sunday. The one day we get some free time. I'm not doing a damn thng this Sunday. Most of the time I helped buff the floors and do some cleaning on Sunday. Today I decided to shine my boots and write a few letters and just chill out. All the lazy asses can do something today, I'm taking the day off. The halls are filled with the sound of angst ridden teens arguing over who and how things should be cleaned. Our room is quite nice and peaceful. A few of our bunk mates are at church, it's just me, Read, and Peterson in the room. There's eleven people in our room. I'm the lucky one for I have no bunk mate. I get to use the top bunk of my bed as a table and don't have to worry about a bunk mate tossing around at night keeping me awake.

It's a nasty day today, raining but not too cold out. After lunch we go to the bayonett course. Not sure if running up 5o meters of slippy muddy hillside with a rifle and knife is going to be too much fun. I have no clue why on earth we're doing this on a Sunday, but hell I don't make the schedule.

They stuck us out in the woods all day yesterday. Land navigation training. They should rename it to walking around for hours with 50 pounds of gear on. No one got lost, so I suppose we can "navigate" now.

They're telling us we might be able to use the phone today. Maybe I'll get lucky and catch someone at home. This coming week we will be learning more stuff about the tank. We also will be starting our shooting on the 9mm Berrata hand gun. Us tankers won't carry a rifle around so we have to learn to use the hand gun.

Remember to send pictures of whatever. Cats, family, it doesn't matter. News, especially stuff related to the "terrorists". It sucks not really knowing what's going on in the world. If anyone asks I'm doing fine, bored and a little sore. If anything I've learned in the Army that's how to be patient. We probably spend 50% of our time waiting in a line, or standing in formation.

Well I'm going to try a sneak a cat nap in now. Maybe I can get someone to keep guard for a drill seargent and actually take a good nap. haha!!

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