BCT Day 7
Basic training started to get fun today. We went on a teamwork development course where we had to negotiate puzzles as a group. We had to build bridges, carry a dummy over a pit using ropes, scale a wall, and other things.

Posted Tuesday, January 3, 2006

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July 31st, 2002

Basic training started to get fun today. We went on a teamwork development course where we had to negotiate puzzles as a group. We had to build bridges, carry a dummy over a pit using ropes, scale a wall, and other things.

When we got back we ate lunch, instead of eating in the chow hall with DSs screaming at us, we were handed a brown paper bag lunch. We were having a freakin picnic just sitting on the grass under a tree. The bag had a lot of food. This is what I ate from it: 2 ham and cheese sandwiches, chocolate milk, OJ, 2 big chocolate chip cookies, 3/4 of a bag of chex mix, and an orange.

The rest of the day we've just been in our barracks cleaning up and shining our boots. I don't even know where the drill sergeants are, since I went to their office twice and they didn't answer. I want to see if my damn routing # problem is fixed. Probably not. They have too much to think about, such as how to turn our goat-smelling asses into soldiers, as they say.

Another problem I have is I locked my freakin key inside my locker. As soon as I see a D.S., I'm asking for my extra lock key. Luckily, they keep an extra copy from everybody in an envelope in case people like me lose it of lock it inside. I'm probably gonna get yelled at or smoked for it. Fuck. I'm feeling down now.

It is now a few hours later. Lucky for me, the nice D.S. was in the office. He gave me the key no problem. Well, except that he was holding a rifle as he opened the door which scared the crap out of me. Luckily, army undies are brown. My other key was not inside of my locker, so I don't know what the freak happened to it. Next time we go to the PX I'm buying a combination lock. For now, I have to guard my only key like it was the last lasagna in the world. I like lasagna.

Ok, obviously I ran out of interesting crap to write. I'm not even supposed to be writing until after 2100. See what I do for you people? I'm risking a smoking. It will be worth it when all the letters start coming to me. I miss you Cendy. I always keep your picture near my heart in my ID holder.

Author Information:
Marck is not only the author of "Marck's Boot Camp Diary", but also of the book "Life Observed: What Mom didn't Want Me to Say" which is available at Amazon.com. If you like the writing style of Marck in the boot Camp Diary, we highly encourage you to check out his book , Life Observed.