First Days in the Barracks
We received a couple of letters from Sam, so I'm posting them so everyone can enjoy.
Nov. 4
The woman on fireguard duty with me (*crying mommy) keeps staring dully, as if she's waiting for me to tell her to move. You know how loathe I am to boss anybody around. :) Actually, I am in this case. I want everybody to listen and follow the damn instructions like they're supposed to, and not to argue about it. Some woman is ranting and raving about me to the others on fireguard right now because I was "getting smart with her" when she was just trying to be "reasonable" and "use common sense." She doesn't think they are supposed to sweep and mop the bays where people are sleeping, and I was "all up in her face" because I kept reading the written instructions: "Sweep and mop ALL bay floors in your area," not "Sweep and mop any EMPTY bays in y our area." She told me she was 27 and I didn't need to read to her, she was right and the instructions weren't mean to be followed. I'm sure great things are in her future in the army. :<
I'm looking forward to my next 3-1/2 hours of sleep. We were put to bed sometime close to 1AM on our first night, but two or three groups came in after us, so the lights would come back on and lots of commotion left us w/o much sleep. I was dozing on my feel all day.
"Crying mommy" told us that she was forced to enlist by her mother, and she's here against her will. She's 24 and a mother herself. I'm trying to hold my tongue. I'm actually trying very hard to bite my tongue.
I'm not loving being in the barracks with all the women. I wish we'd be housed by platoon. There are always gonna be assholes, but they'd be easier to put up with if they were part of my unit. I'll be sure to fill out a suggestion card....
Nov. 5
I had my first hot shower since Wednesday last night. Mmmm. We have to wear shorts, T's and socks to sleep in. To add injury to insult, the shorts have a nylon panty built-in - gross! I'm so looking forward to nekkidness for Christmas. Hmmm - nude cookie baking? Talk about "Baked with Love" + "from our kitchen to your lips... "
Oh Lovely, now they've decided to hold an impromptu church service at the foot of my bunk. At least only one female is talking now, instead of all the yelling and whooping and hollering that usually goes on. On our first night a DS went through our records and called out everybody's stated religious preferences to be corrected. There are several who admitted to "none" or "Atheist". As a matter of fact, the CPT who administered our oath of enlistment told us that we didn't have to repeat the "So help me God" line at the end.
I had the chance to sleep from 21:00-05:30 last night. I didn't, of course. I noticed that the moon is waxing to nearly full. I'm going to try and track that and see if there's a correlation.
Tee hee, the praying is over and the cussing, bitching and threatening has resumed. "Blah blah fucking blah."...
Today is cleaning and marching to and from the chow hall. Some people sleep on top of their bunks so they don't have to remake their beds. Its too damn cold in here for me to be tempted for that. I could do hospital corners as a child. I don't know why it's so hard to make a bed!
Friday and yesterday, I kept hearing phantom "ploinks" from my cell phone. I miss being in touch with everybody. I hope you are all well and taking excellent care of each other. Hugs and kisses all around.
Much, much love,
Samantha
Nov. 4
The woman on fireguard duty with me (*crying mommy) keeps staring dully, as if she's waiting for me to tell her to move. You know how loathe I am to boss anybody around. :) Actually, I am in this case. I want everybody to listen and follow the damn instructions like they're supposed to, and not to argue about it. Some woman is ranting and raving about me to the others on fireguard right now because I was "getting smart with her" when she was just trying to be "reasonable" and "use common sense." She doesn't think they are supposed to sweep and mop the bays where people are sleeping, and I was "all up in her face" because I kept reading the written instructions: "Sweep and mop ALL bay floors in your area," not "Sweep and mop any EMPTY bays in y our area." She told me she was 27 and I didn't need to read to her, she was right and the instructions weren't mean to be followed. I'm sure great things are in her future in the army. :<
I'm looking forward to my next 3-1/2 hours of sleep. We were put to bed sometime close to 1AM on our first night, but two or three groups came in after us, so the lights would come back on and lots of commotion left us w/o much sleep. I was dozing on my feel all day.
"Crying mommy" told us that she was forced to enlist by her mother, and she's here against her will. She's 24 and a mother herself. I'm trying to hold my tongue. I'm actually trying very hard to bite my tongue.
I'm not loving being in the barracks with all the women. I wish we'd be housed by platoon. There are always gonna be assholes, but they'd be easier to put up with if they were part of my unit. I'll be sure to fill out a suggestion card....
Nov. 5
I had my first hot shower since Wednesday last night. Mmmm. We have to wear shorts, T's and socks to sleep in. To add injury to insult, the shorts have a nylon panty built-in - gross! I'm so looking forward to nekkidness for Christmas. Hmmm - nude cookie baking? Talk about "Baked with Love" + "from our kitchen to your lips... "
Oh Lovely, now they've decided to hold an impromptu church service at the foot of my bunk. At least only one female is talking now, instead of all the yelling and whooping and hollering that usually goes on. On our first night a DS went through our records and called out everybody's stated religious preferences to be corrected. There are several who admitted to "none" or "Atheist". As a matter of fact, the CPT who administered our oath of enlistment told us that we didn't have to repeat the "So help me God" line at the end.
I had the chance to sleep from 21:00-05:30 last night. I didn't, of course. I noticed that the moon is waxing to nearly full. I'm going to try and track that and see if there's a correlation.
Tee hee, the praying is over and the cussing, bitching and threatening has resumed. "Blah blah fucking blah."...
Today is cleaning and marching to and from the chow hall. Some people sleep on top of their bunks so they don't have to remake their beds. Its too damn cold in here for me to be tempted for that. I could do hospital corners as a child. I don't know why it's so hard to make a bed!
Friday and yesterday, I kept hearing phantom "ploinks" from my cell phone. I miss being in touch with everybody. I hope you are all well and taking excellent care of each other. Hugs and kisses all around.
Much, much love,
Samantha
posted by Witchy mom | 11/09/2006 02:01:00 PM
3 Comments:
*snort* These little girls don't know who they're dealing with, do they?
I got a couple letters from Sam over the past couple days, but don't have time to write anything right now. I'll have to catch y'all up later.
When I was in basic training I became religious every Sunday. The only way we get away the first half of basic was to go to church. Being a believer wasn't what was important. The getting away for a couple of hours was what counted.
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