Today from Sam
13 Nov. 21:49
Wow, the pace is insane. We still spend time waiting -- waiting for 240 people to file in to the classroom, waiting for 60 people to fall into formation (4 rows of 15, we did it in HS, what's so freakin' difficult?) and waiting for everybody to get issued more gear (flak jacket and gas masks today) ... but all our waiting time is now spent at Attention, Parade Rest or clapping and chanting cadences. We get brief bathroom breaks - the way we get through them is to unbutton, untie & unbuckle while we're waiting for an open stall, and then tuck, button, tie & buckle after we get out of the stall. The schedule is just as tough on the Drill Sergeants -- they're responsible for keeping the whole company flowing from one spot to another with no spare time for the 8 million questions, 6.3 million of which were already answered in briefings that were missed because so many people don't pay attention.
PT is killer. I lost count of how many times we switched from push-ups to sit-ups, so I have no idea how many I actually completed. Getting smoked on asphalt & gravel mixed is no fun at all -- my hands are still red. Our DS ordered us (females) to get 10 extra push-ups and 25 more sit-ups in before bedtime. One woman here, who is Kelly's height, can place her ankles on the bunkbed, about 3 feet high, and do push-ups that way. Wow. My PT partner this morning told me she could not do a single sit-up but I coaxed her to keep trying, and she got 5 out, then one or 2 more here and there as we switched -- she ended up with probably more than 10, and thanked me for helping her. That felt good.
One female waved to one of our DS's as he was leaving tonight and said, "Bye, see you tomorrow." He told her that he was not her buddy or her pal, and to get on the floor. She looked at him and said, "Are you kidding me?" He then screamed for her to get on the fucking floor and exercise. And this post is known as "Relaxin Jackson."
Samantha
Wow, the pace is insane. We still spend time waiting -- waiting for 240 people to file in to the classroom, waiting for 60 people to fall into formation (4 rows of 15, we did it in HS, what's so freakin' difficult?) and waiting for everybody to get issued more gear (flak jacket and gas masks today) ... but all our waiting time is now spent at Attention, Parade Rest or clapping and chanting cadences. We get brief bathroom breaks - the way we get through them is to unbutton, untie & unbuckle while we're waiting for an open stall, and then tuck, button, tie & buckle after we get out of the stall. The schedule is just as tough on the Drill Sergeants -- they're responsible for keeping the whole company flowing from one spot to another with no spare time for the 8 million questions, 6.3 million of which were already answered in briefings that were missed because so many people don't pay attention.
PT is killer. I lost count of how many times we switched from push-ups to sit-ups, so I have no idea how many I actually completed. Getting smoked on asphalt & gravel mixed is no fun at all -- my hands are still red. Our DS ordered us (females) to get 10 extra push-ups and 25 more sit-ups in before bedtime. One woman here, who is Kelly's height, can place her ankles on the bunkbed, about 3 feet high, and do push-ups that way. Wow. My PT partner this morning told me she could not do a single sit-up but I coaxed her to keep trying, and she got 5 out, then one or 2 more here and there as we switched -- she ended up with probably more than 10, and thanked me for helping her. That felt good.
One female waved to one of our DS's as he was leaving tonight and said, "Bye, see you tomorrow." He told her that he was not her buddy or her pal, and to get on the floor. She looked at him and said, "Are you kidding me?" He then screamed for her to get on the fucking floor and exercise. And this post is known as "Relaxin Jackson."
Samantha
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