Nov. 8
Things are moving now, and I'm feeling better. My duffle bag full of military stuff is lined up with Alpha Company's. As annoyed as I get with this group, part of me does not like shipping with another company. Alpha does seem to be more disciplined ... the privates were sitting in neat, quiet lines, and the DS was speaking clearly, calmly and quietly ... and the Privates were listening. What a concept!
Several batches of new kids come in yesterday and today. There was a group doing a shakedown outside while we were sitting. I feel like an old pro.
We had an awesome night. Everything (but tomorrow's clothes) is all packed away. We spent the afternoon sitting on our bags, popping up to "attention" or "at ease" whenever an officer or Sergeant came by, so my legs have had quite a workout. The DS let us go back into the barracks after dinner, though, and we had a helluva time. Remember the woman I had the fight with on my first night? The group decided to nickname her "Mama," and I became "Grandma" when they found out how much older I was. We sat around swapping stories about kids and playing around, and laughing our asses off. ...
[Tonight the following conversation took place]
"Please shut up, I'm trying to sleep."
"Hey Mc Donald, I'll help you go to sleep forever."
"No, you may not smother McDonald."
"OK, McDonald, you're safe for now but just 'cause Grandma asked me not to kill you."
"Some of our toughest, Airborne-bound little girls were crying today when it really hit that BCT starts tomorrow. My bunkmate is in great physical shape, except for having been a smoker (but she can still run a 9 minute mile), and she's scared about the push-ups, getting smoked [the term for disciplining], and running. Truth be told, I'm scared too. I'm so glad I got the repelling down, because that takes away so much fear. Now I can concentrate on the gas chamber."
Several batches of new kids come in yesterday and today. There was a group doing a shakedown outside while we were sitting. I feel like an old pro.
We had an awesome night. Everything (but tomorrow's clothes) is all packed away. We spent the afternoon sitting on our bags, popping up to "attention" or "at ease" whenever an officer or Sergeant came by, so my legs have had quite a workout. The DS let us go back into the barracks after dinner, though, and we had a helluva time. Remember the woman I had the fight with on my first night? The group decided to nickname her "Mama," and I became "Grandma" when they found out how much older I was. We sat around swapping stories about kids and playing around, and laughing our asses off. ...
[Tonight the following conversation took place]
"Please shut up, I'm trying to sleep."
"Hey Mc Donald, I'll help you go to sleep forever."
"No, you may not smother McDonald."
"OK, McDonald, you're safe for now but just 'cause Grandma asked me not to kill you."
"Some of our toughest, Airborne-bound little girls were crying today when it really hit that BCT starts tomorrow. My bunkmate is in great physical shape, except for having been a smoker (but she can still run a 9 minute mile), and she's scared about the push-ups, getting smoked [the term for disciplining], and running. Truth be told, I'm scared too. I'm so glad I got the repelling down, because that takes away so much fear. Now I can concentrate on the gas chamber."
posted by Anonymous | 11/13/2006 05:42:00 PM
3 Comments:
With 3 boys and a husband, she should be an old pro with the gas chamber, too ;)
I miss Sam.
So proud of you, Sammie. I think about you every day!
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