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BCT Day 42

The pace slowed way down from yesterday to today. We got fitted for our class A uniforms almost all day. Those are the really fancy military uniforms worn for ceremonial occasions. I looked so sharp. I couldn't stop saluting myself in the mirror.
Created by: Marck

The following information is a portion of "Marck's Boot Camp Diary". The information contains a straight-forward look at Basic Training Life on a daily basis. The information contained within this page is used with the express written permission of the author. For more information about the author view the "Author's Information" at the bottom of the page. Some choice phrases have been censored.

September 4th, 2002

The pace slowed way down from yesterday to today. We got fitted for our class A uniforms almost all day. Those are the really fancy military uniforms worn for ceremonial occasions. I looked so sharp. I couldn't stop saluting myself in the mirror. We got green dress shirts, a tie, hat, leather gloves, the shiniest shoes you ever saw, green trousers and jacket with brass buttons, and a huge black overcoat. All brand new. Cost? $500, $600, something like that. We also got a PT uniform that is the most comfortable thing I ever wore. That's $140 alone. I can't wait to show off my class As on family day. Specially to my girl and parents. You are going to be so proud.

Sometime during the day I got smoked bad by a D.S. because there were two people talking to me at once and I didn't hear him. I did push-ups until muscle failure. That happened at #125. Then later in the afternoon we had PT that consisted of guess what? Push-ups! My arms were already dead, so I was in immense pain. We were supposed to have an inspection, too. We organized our lockers with all our new clothes in anal uniformity and cleaned the hell out of the barracks and latrine. There was no inspection. Damn mind games.

The second best part of today is that the gears are in motion to fix my finance problem. I reminded D.S. Boston in the morning and he called me in the afternoon on his own. I didn't have to be on his ass again. Impressive.

Of course, my problem is not fixed yet. That's bureaucracy. That's the military. He said if he can't fix it from here by tomorrow, I have to use my phone time on Sunday to call my unit in Ft. Meade and request a form by fax that would promote me from E-1 to E-3. We'll see. We'll see. Sounds like a headache.

A shout out to Cendy: I love you baby. 22 more sunrises until we can be together again.

Oh. No blue phase flag yet. Damn it. But we are officially in blue phase