The following information is a portion of “Marck’s Boot Camp Diary”. The information contains a straight-forward look at Basic Training Life on a daily basis. The information contained within this page is used with the express written permission of the author. For more information about the author view the “Author’s Information” at the bottom of the page. Some choice phrases have been censored.
July 19th, 2002
Didn’t do a whole lot today. Got some shots, dog tags, and an ID card. I love my ID. I look so badass. By 1:15pm we were done. Unless someone ***** up and tries to sneak out to use the phone, we’re free for the rest of the day. But around here, you never know. Like last night, some clown came in to our barracks and woke everybody up at 11:30pm, talkin about we had to mop the floor. There is only one mop. You do not need 150 people for that. It was a bitch, but it didn’t last long. We went back to sleep after 15 minutes. Ah ****. The drill sergeant came in to interrupt our “free time.” I knew it was too good to be true. He doesn’t want us to sleep. ****! Now we have to change into our PT* uniforms. Could we be actually doing PT? GASP!….Nah, we’ll keep sitting on our asses or standing in formation.
Laundry is hard to do around here. Only one dryer is working for 150 people. That’s why I bought the laundry service. It’s expensive…$106. But I won’t miss the cash when I get out of basic and it beats wearing dirty drawers.
I had my first fire guard duty from 0100 to 0200. Nobody ran away as far as I know. But then again, I slept for half the time while the other fire guard did most of the guarding. I spend the other half fixing my damn watch strap. He didn’t mind. He was writing a letter the whole time. It went by much quicker than expected.
*=Physical Training: black shorts and a grey t-shirt with ARMY written on it