BCT Day 12
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August 5th, 2002
Today was fun. We went repelling. That means we used rope to jump down a 35 foot vertical wall. Before we could get up there, we had to make a harness, or seat, out of rope. It was so tight on everybody's nuts. We suffered. It was all forgotten when we went down the wall though because it was so much fun.
After that, we got to cross three different kinds of rope bridges. I lost my balance on the single rope. All I had to do was lay on it facing down with my left leg dangling, my right foot on the rope, and both hands on the rope. I lost my legs 3/4 of the way toward the other side, but my hands were still on the rope. I had to use just my arms to get me across. It hurt like hell. Pain can be fun.
I was also volunteered by a D.S. to hold the rope at the bottom of the 35ft wall. I had like 50 lives on my hands. I had to hold the rope tight if a man was falling. If I didn't, SPLAT! What do you call a soldier that falls from a 35ft wall? Spinach with ketchup. That just sounds nasty, so I let them all live.
The best part of the day came late, though. We finally got mail. Woohoo! Our box was huge. I got four letters. Everybody spent most of their personal time reading letters. I heard-wait-Ft. Knox heard one of our guys say "THANK YOU GOD I'M NOT A DADDY! WOOHOO!" Another guy said "COME LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF MY MOM'S BIG ****" after everyone kept gawking at his mom's pic. She really did have some ********. The guy that sleeps on the bunk above me started crying because he read his mom's letter and misses her so much.
Reading my letters was an emotional blow for me too. I had to take a couple of minutes to sit on my bed with my head between my knees. I cried a little. I just don't have time to write outside of my diary though. I promise I'll reply to those who wrote me personally, but it's gonna have to wait until Sunday when I have more personal time. I love you all. Keep sending those letters and pictures.