BCT Day 41
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September 3rd, 2002
It was the day I’ve been waiting for, for over six weeks. I blew **** up! I threw a ton of grenades. BOOM! The ground shakes, the shrapnel goes everywhere, you make a freakin’ hole in the ground! I got expert on the grenade qualification course. I hit all the targets and I’ll get an expert badge for my uniform. It was a blast. Get it? BOOM! Blast. Ah, screw you. Also my platoon got more experts than anybody and we got a streamer for our flag. Too bad I won’t see any grenades in my MOS (mechanic). I might see a wrench, but no grenades.
After blowing up a small part of our country, we marched back to the barracks for ten kilometers. We all came together as a team to make sure none of us fell out. I helped out this guy named Ellis go up the hill called agony. I carried his rifle along with mine.
Me: Comon man. Breathe. Get your rhythm. No mad dogs (my platoon) are falling out today.
Me: Don’t think about the pain. You need to complete this to graduate. Think about AIT, ice cream and *******.
Me: So are we gonna kick this hill’s ass?
Ellis: YEAH! BITCHEEEEEES!
We kicked ass today. Of course, it wasn’t ******* good enough for D.S. Boston. He made us get in the sawdust pit and do low crawls a minute after getting back. It was for some BS reason, too. Not worth mentioning. How the hell are we supposed to come together as a team if all we get is ****? We were all brothers in that march today. We ran like a pack of mad dogs. Hell, we ARE brothers for nine weeks. Hey, I just answered my own question. That smoking we got from Boston? That “punishment?” It wasn’t ****. It will only make us stronger physically.
Oh. I worked in the kitchen for breakfast. Guess who gets to eat all the leftovers. Ha ha! Three pancakes and three cinnamon buns aside from my regular breakfast. Don’t worry, if the march didn’t burn it all off, the pit definitely did. Six pack keeps getting better.
I also got mail. Three letters! I want to address one of the letters right now for the world to read. Or if not the world, the five readers I probably get. I’m sorry Cendy, my girlfriend, for being an ******* in one of my letters. I wish I could make you understand what I’m going through. I just cannot answer the questions you ask at this point in my life. When I get out of basic, this mind set, we’ll talk all you want about whatever it is you want to talk about. But be assured. I will never write to you in that tone again. I love you too much to **** up again.
No blue phase flag today. Damn. Maybe tomorrow. I’m in a really good mood today, as you can probably tell. I just talked to D.S. Spinner (the weird/nice/personable one). I just might get my finance problem taken care of tomorrow. He made a note about it.
Good night everybody. I miss you all like a fat man who realizes twinkies don’t exist anymore. Made grammatical sense? Oh well. Can YOU spell grammatical? With BOTH Ms? All right then. Shut up.