BCT Day 39
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September 1st, 2002
Sunday! I wish for two things: phone call and a trip to the PX. I want to buy some stuff to help my feet on the two upcoming 10K marches and the dreaded 15K. I’m getting some super cushioned socks, combat boot comfort insoles, and gel heel inserts. The way things have been going this week, I’ll be happy to get one of the two. I’d rather have a phone call.
Sundays are cool because you have all the time in the world to eat and we can eat sweets. For breakfast, I had raisin bran w/milk, oatmeal, 2 PB&J sandwiches in cinnamon raisin bread, and orange juice. And as of last week, I STILL weigh the same than when I left home; right around 152 lbs. I’m trying to gain weight here, but I burn too many calories.
Wanna know what the coolest thing about today is? We no longer graduate “next month.” I’m out of this ***** before anybody flips their calender to October.
Right now I’m taking a break from cleaning. We’re doing a top to bottom cleaning of the barracks, hallway, latrine, and stairs. I’m hoping to get a phone call to my girl out of all this.
Yeah! We got a phone call. I abused the hell out of my time and talked for like 30 mins. First I spoke to my girl. She didn’t have a lot to say, which sucked. And she is still unsure about coming to graduation, even though she told me not to worry about it in her last letter. I also talked to my parents. They’re sending me some cough drops and paperwork to help fix the mess that finance did. As you know, I’m getting robbed $300 each month. I asked my dad about the US-Iraq situation. He said it’s still all talk. I imagined that. The DSs hype it up way too much. And so do the idiot privates, who have as much access to news as I do (none). If there is one thing the reader can take from my diary it’s DO NOT BELIEVE WHAT ANOTHER PRIVATE SAYS. They know as much as you do. Only believe sergeants and above. And even then, be careful about what you believe.
My Sunday is half gone. It was a worthwhile one so far. Three and a half Sundays to go, baby.
Dinner went by. I ate my last piece of cake for the next seven days. I enjoyed that ****, too. I hope I can talk to the D.S. about fixing my paycheck. I don’t even know if he’s coming back, since it’s technically blue phase. DSs leave us the hell alone during blue phase. Oh, the cake was made w/orange. Reminded me of the ones my mom made.
Nope, he didn’t come back. That’s enough for today. This one’s going in the mail.