BCT Day 62
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September 24th, 2002
Sigh. Two days left. Tomorrow is family day. Tomorrow! I feel like I’ve been gone for so long. Over two months. Too long.
We slept on the floor last night because we have our gear anally laid out on our bunk, ready for inspection. I’m happy we’ll get it over with early. It will be done before lunch. I’m so sick of cleaning.
Everybody is arguing right now and yelling, since inspection is in a couple of hours. We’re running around to clean up. DS Lewis said the barracks look like **** this morning, and he’s right. We are definitely not inspection ready. We had to be in the push-up start position for a long time because of it.
I don’t know why they argue so much. There’s no way that floor can stay clean when 59 people walk on it. I can’t wait until AIT, where all I have is a little apartment or dorm with just one or two other people.
It’s after lunch. The inspection came and went. We wore our class As for it. Man, we looked good. Specially me. I heard the inspectors telling our DSs we had some minor problems, but did good overall. This gave DS Boston the right in his mind to call us spineless *********** and give us one of his stupid demoralization speeches. Man, he really knows how to drag our morale to the ground. Guess what? I don’t give a ****. He’s going to smoke us later. I don’t give a ****. My friends and family are on their way up here right now.
I messed up real bad in the inspection. When the First Sergeant who was inspecting told me to do an about face, my mind went blank and I did a marching band about face. I don’t know why the **** I did that. It’s been more than 2 years since marching band. It was pretty embarrassing at the moment. Oh well. DS Boston is preaching that he’s going to get me later. Well guess what ************? You don’t have any time left, Boston. Call us spineless ***********. ****. I think he lost all my respect right there.
We turned in our gear, finally. Ruck sack, kevlar, pistol belt, etc. All that **** that we cleaned for countless hours. They weren’t even that picky in taking it back. I told you about the mind games. The DSs wanted it super clean for inspection. Oh well. The next private will get the fruits of my hard work in the form of clean gear. I couldn’t get rid of it fast enough.
For the rest of today we have graduation practice. It’s over. My people are here or almost here. Ha! It’s over.
We just got our civilian bag back. It was nice to go through my wallet. It was specially nice to find my credit card. That baby’s getting some use in the next two days.
Tomorrow. That’s all I got to say. Tomorrow.