Day 4

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 20th, 2002

I went to the dentist today. Not by choice. You don’t have many around here. It was cool though. I got a free filling that I needed and it didn’t hurt at all. The dental clinic was very modern and the army personnel were courteous and professional. Best of all, I got to sit for 3 hours watching MTV and cartoons while everyone who didn’t need dental work had to clean up the barracks. After that, Drill Sergeant King AKA D.S. King AKA **** ******* King(I can’t remember if that one’s mine or not)…D.S. King told my platoon to grab EVERYTHING we own(which weighs like 100 lbs) and get in formation. After a little while of baking under the sun, we were told to move all our **** up again. What’s worse is that while about 15 of us were at the dental clinic watching cartoons, the rest of the guys had to move all their **** down and up again. So in all, except for the tooth people, we had to do that **** twice. We must’ve done it for the sole purpose of entertaining **** ******* King. The second time, we found that some of our rooms were taken from people we’d never seen before.

I had to move into a new 4-man room with new roommates. At least the lockers are twice the size and have a mirror. I can organize my **** better now. That’s a good thing, since it seems I’ll be in reception for a long time. Ft. Knox is overbooked. We didn’t even take our PT test like we were supposed to. They have no intention of getting us out of here quick.

Time for individual notes…

Cendy: I love you and miss you.
Mom & Dad: I miss home, but I’m ok here. Don’t worry about me. I’m too damn thick-headed for them to break me.
Manuel: I miss clubbing. The only females around work at the shot clinic and jab needles in your arm. Ah **** it. At least I won’t get chicken pox, mumps, measles, rubella, and like 2 other things I can’t remember. How’s LO?
Greg: No, I have not cried yet. I get it out by writing about it.
Dejan: Next time you feel like bitching about summer school, look at where the **** I am. I’m in Kentucky. You’ll feel a lot better.
Everybody else who’s reading: Write me a lot. I don’t care if you think it’s boring. Personal time can get pretty damn boring without something to read.

Yes, I know I don’t have a return address yet, but that’s because I’m still in reception. Once I get to basic, hopefully in a week of two, I’ll send my return address. Nevertheless, start writing those letters now. That means YOU Cendy, Mom, Dad, Erin, David, Dejan, Manuel, Greg, and everybody I forgot. Until my next set of diary entries, this is Marck.

Peace out.