BCT Day 53
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September 15th, 2002
Woo hoo! Another Sunday is here. That means I slept under the covers last night since it's linen turn-in and dreamt about my girl. It means I'll eat cake, I'll write letters, and I might get a phone call and/or trip to the PX.
A good portion of the day will be spent packing for FTX. We leave early tomorrow. My ass hurts like hell, so that's going to make the 10K suck. Literally, my gluteus maximus hurts. Not my legs, arms, or abs. Just my butt cheeks.
Damn. Only tens days until family day. I know you each spent over $100 to come here. I didn't know it would be that expensive, specially with a group of eleven. I guess I don't expect you all to bring me anything. If you're not broke though, I want a box of chocolates and a Maxim. Also, I need to catch up on stuff, so a Time and an Entertainment Weekly would be greeeeat. Oh! And somebody bring my CD player (portable one, duh!) with ALL my CDs. That will be good for AIT until I find out if someone can bring my TV, Playstation, and computer. Oh, and bring my book A Staggering Work of Heartbreaking Genius. It's on my bookshelf. And my cell phone if I still have service. If you bring a lot of stuff, a little duffel bag would be nice, so I can take it on the plane. I will have no room in my bag with all my G.I. stuff. I'm writing this now because you will not get more entries until a day or two before you leave. And if you write me, make the next letter your last one, because we probably won't be getting mail on family day or grad day. So by the time you get this, write me so that it gets here by this Friday. Damn, I keep remembering stuff. Bring me some civilian clothes for grad day. Nothing fancy. Just grab something from my closet that I normally wear. I'm supposed to be in class As that day. Hell nah. When I leave those gates, I'm wearing something comfortable.
I got awesome mail last night. Thanks for your letter, Scott. That was a funny ass story about the beer, the hot Aussie chicks, and the Chinese businessmen from Miinich. **** like that makes my day. It reminds me of the joys of alcohol.
Cool! They let us all watch a movie today. Everybody in the company was welcome. D.S. Catilo from 3rd platoon, Raging Bulls, set up a DVD player with a projector in a room downstairs. It was National Lampoon's Van Wilder. Typical late 90s-early 2000s college movie. It was funny as hell though. It had Tara Reed, nudity, Tara Reed, and laughs. And Tara Reed. Blue phase rocks.
Right now, we're waiting to go to the PX. We're packing for FTX. It's amazing the amount of stuff we have to fit into a not-so-large ruck sack.
Ah ****. I got screwed out of going to the PX along with half the platoon. Half of us had half an hour to shop, but the buddy ******* took an hour and screwed the rest of us from going. Good thing I didn't need anything essential. It would've been nice to get away and see some civilians, though.
It's dinner time. I think today is pretty much over. We have a long four days coming, but after that it's over, baby. Unless I have a smoking session to write about tonight, I'm going to bed early. Don't worry. I will not leave you hanging during FTX. I will take a little note pad and pen. I also just put fresh batteries in my flashlight.