BCT Day 4
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July 28th, 2002
It is Sunday. So far, it's been an easy day. We're cleaning up, organizing our wall lockers, we're getting a haircut later, and going to the PX*. I'll be able to buy cold medicine and cough drops because I know I'll have a sore throat for the next two days. I caught a cold because of the AC in the room. Why didn't I sleep under the warm blanket they gave us? Because I don't want to have to deal with hospital corners. Nobody sleeps under the sheets. People make their bunks once. That's it.
I told the drill sergeant about my routing number problem. He asked for a written note for my problem and I gave it to him. I'll ask him about it later in the week.
I'm organizing my sock drawer to specific, immensely anal army standards. What could be more fun? That's a main reason why I joined...Wow. The last week of training is 4 days. So one week down, 8 to go...
They posted the results for the PT test from yesterday. I got third place in our platoon of 62 for sit-ups. The second place guy only beat me by one, but the first one beat me by 17. I can get second place next time. For those who care, I did 56 in two minutes.
My nose is dripping like a ******* in a country club. Can't wait to get cold medicine. Sniiiiiff.
I like Sundays. They're so laid back. I'm not used to writing during the day for the past 4 days. I feel like I'm committing a crime. We're supposed to be cleaning, but we haven't done a good job. We're probably getting smoked for it later.
I went to the Jewish service, but there were so many people that we had to make 3 trips. By the time I got there, they were on some Christian service. Oh well. It got me away from cleaning.
Marching is easy. Three years of marching band really paid off. I recognized a lot of commands, like pivot, about face, mark time, etc. Everything came naturally to me. The best part is...no roll step.
The drill sergeant gave me a job. I'm the platoon's mailman. Damn me for sleeping right next to the mailbox. My job is to get the room mailbox key every morning, get the mail out, and run my happy ass a few blocks to drop the mail off in the real mailbox. I didn't ask for the job, but then again I don't have a choice. Neither does the bookman or supply guy. It's an easy job, yeah, but I have to get up a few minutes earlier every morning that the mailbox is full(it's tiny, so it's almost every morning). I have to take care of the mail before morning formation.
*=basically a CVS/Sears type of store