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July 21st, 2002
It’s Sunday. We got a little bit of extra sleep. Wake-up was at 0600. I got a full 7.5 hours of sleep. Wooow. I’m looking forward to a day full of personal time. Marck’s got some dirty drawers to take care of. My group of 73 is done with all processing. The only thing we need is to take our PT test. After that, those who pass will look forward to get out of purgatory and into hell. Yes, people. Reception is so boring that we are all looking forward to bootcamp.
Today is church day. Since my religion’s holy day is Friday and Fridays are training days, I’m screwed. What do you do if you don’t go to church? You clean up your barracks. Since we’ve been cleaning everyday, there’s only a little bit to do. I’m gonna use this time to catch up on some sleep.
Booooring. I wish I had work to look forward to. Even Ruby Tuesday. What the hell did I just write?
We’re not letting the boredom make us kill each other though. Oh no. We have bowling. It’s not your typical bowling though. We use our empty canteens for pins and full canteens for a ball. And we use a long bay(48-man room) for a slick surface. The floors are tile and waxed, so it works fine. We set up a mattress behind the pins to stop the ball. It works pretty damn good for a makeshift bowling alley.
Oh damn. I was told that they do have a Jewish service on Sundays from 1030 to 1200. I guess I missed it. Oh well. There is always next time.
Bowling got boring. I sat outside under a tree for a while. Two people came up to talk to me. One of them wrote a poem about a soldier. It was nice. Lonely bored lonely bored lonely bored lonely bored lonely bored. Would pay $10 for a cold Newcastle. $15 for a margarita. $50 to go clubbing. $100 to have a TV for a day. $500 to be with my girlfriend. It’s only 1456. Day crawling by. PT test tomorrow. Will be out of purgatory soon. I want to play DDR. I want to play soccer. I want a damn big mac.
People are so ignorant. They asked what language they speak in Chile. Then if Spanish is the same as Mexican.