Goddess Letter 07 Jan.
One female went AWOL from our platoon. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that she could be so stupid. Oh well. Everybody has to learn at their own pace.
You know everybody asks how your vacation went when they first see you. I got a little choked up when DSB ask me -- he backed up and said, "Well, i know you had the death in the family, but was the rest of it good?" I told him that was one of those "Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?" kind of questions. He got a kick out of that -- it was a new one for him. ...
Okay .. Friday! 10k road march! While we were packing, I pulled out my ointment and larger bandaids, then decided to streamline. Since I never had a blister problem, I decided to leave them at the bay. Of course, that means I had to get a blister on my heel in the first hour of a 3 hour march, about one inch by 1 1/2 inches. The march was fine, otherwise. It was warm enough for us to be pouring sweat while we marched, and the rain held off during the day. We built little "hooches" with our ponchos and bungee cords -- a few people put 2 or 3 ponchos together and built Taj Mahooches with 2 & 3 levels. We were supposed to dig our "hasties" to sleep in, holes big enough for us to lie in, 18 inches deep at the feet, plus enough room for our 2 rucks to fit behind us. We ended up not doing that, because they didn't want us to drown. We spent the day practicing the real soldier stuff, like clearing buildings, moving in squads through the woods and searching for (or accidentally setting off) IEDs, operating checkpoints and searching people. The DS who was the enemy driver had a good time giving us a hard time, too, fighting back and showing people exactly why they had to stand back with their weapons if they were guarding.
It started raining on us when we were doing "Nick at Night" (Night Infiltration Course). That was way cool, crawling under barbed wire while they shot over our heads, even in the pouring rain. There was a little thunder and lightning before it rained, but more during the downpour. When we went to our hooches to get our clothes, the skies absolutely opened up, and we had to slog through ponds to get back to the Lightning Protection Area where we slept on a concrete pad under cover. We stayed half-way dry, almost. I almost slept a bit, too, between shivering and trying not to pee in my sleeping bag.
Saturday was more training. They used all kinds of cool stuff -- smoke canisters, simulated artillery rounds that whistle like incoming fire and then go bang, and just loud booms. Our platoon got gassed, but I never did -- that was almost a let-down, because I really wanted to see how we all did. I'm sure we'll get our share during Victory Forge. We did get to shoot blanks -- that was fun!
For Victory Forge, we'll use gear like laser tag with our blanks, so we'll really know if we take somebody out ... or get killed ourselves.
I love you, my Darling. Less than 3 weeks until I see you again!!!
Your best wife.
You know everybody asks how your vacation went when they first see you. I got a little choked up when DSB ask me -- he backed up and said, "Well, i know you had the death in the family, but was the rest of it good?" I told him that was one of those "Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?" kind of questions. He got a kick out of that -- it was a new one for him. ...
Okay .. Friday! 10k road march! While we were packing, I pulled out my ointment and larger bandaids, then decided to streamline. Since I never had a blister problem, I decided to leave them at the bay. Of course, that means I had to get a blister on my heel in the first hour of a 3 hour march, about one inch by 1 1/2 inches. The march was fine, otherwise. It was warm enough for us to be pouring sweat while we marched, and the rain held off during the day. We built little "hooches" with our ponchos and bungee cords -- a few people put 2 or 3 ponchos together and built Taj Mahooches with 2 & 3 levels. We were supposed to dig our "hasties" to sleep in, holes big enough for us to lie in, 18 inches deep at the feet, plus enough room for our 2 rucks to fit behind us. We ended up not doing that, because they didn't want us to drown. We spent the day practicing the real soldier stuff, like clearing buildings, moving in squads through the woods and searching for (or accidentally setting off) IEDs, operating checkpoints and searching people. The DS who was the enemy driver had a good time giving us a hard time, too, fighting back and showing people exactly why they had to stand back with their weapons if they were guarding.
It started raining on us when we were doing "Nick at Night" (Night Infiltration Course). That was way cool, crawling under barbed wire while they shot over our heads, even in the pouring rain. There was a little thunder and lightning before it rained, but more during the downpour. When we went to our hooches to get our clothes, the skies absolutely opened up, and we had to slog through ponds to get back to the Lightning Protection Area where we slept on a concrete pad under cover. We stayed half-way dry, almost. I almost slept a bit, too, between shivering and trying not to pee in my sleeping bag.
Saturday was more training. They used all kinds of cool stuff -- smoke canisters, simulated artillery rounds that whistle like incoming fire and then go bang, and just loud booms. Our platoon got gassed, but I never did -- that was almost a let-down, because I really wanted to see how we all did. I'm sure we'll get our share during Victory Forge. We did get to shoot blanks -- that was fun!
For Victory Forge, we'll use gear like laser tag with our blanks, so we'll really know if we take somebody out ... or get killed ourselves.
I love you, my Darling. Less than 3 weeks until I see you again!!!
Your best wife.
posted by Anonymous | 1/11/2007 11:20:00 AM
3 Comments:
AWOL and only three weeks to go, stupid, stupid! She's probably at her home of record, so finding her and putting her in the brig should be very easy.
When I was in the army, we didn't get to do half the cool stuff your doing. Have fun.
My brother went AWOL from the Navy. The MP's came and got him and took him to the brig. I think he was there several months. I was only 9. Boy was my dad pissed, being retired Army.
OMG!!!
She didn't get gassed? Well, hell, bring her over here, *I'LL* gas her GOOD!!!
And I SO can't believe that nobody's said anything about her shooting blanks! COME ON, PEOPLE!!! WHERE ARE YOUR MINDS? Obviously not in the gutter ... with mine. It's gettin' lonely down here.
Anyway, sounds like Sam's having WAY too much fun at Basic. Y'know, it's not Girl Scout camp! At least, not until somebody's panties get ran up the flag pole.
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