mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can I Come Home Now? Dear Mike, I am going to have to write a letter over several days, just whenever I get a chance. I'm currently in... I wrote that earlier. I obviously won't be anywhere for long enough to identify it. Basically, I have been nonstop since 4:45 a.m. This is Day #1, and I have already been through quite a bit. For example, just between the time we woke up and lunch, we -- my flight of 59 Air Force trainees -- all did these things:
Right now, I am packed with the other 58 trainees watching an informational video on the Uniform Code of Military Justice. I say I am watching..I'm just writing you. One thing I never thought about... It is considerably more difficult to take off your T-shirt when your head is shaved. I about had to get some help. Well, we are about to go do something. Who knows what. One last thing, though. Our TI (training instructor) is easily the softest-spoken of all of the TI's I've seen. I got really, really lucky somehow... I'm in the second week of being here, yet it is only officially the first week of training. I won't lie. This is hard. The marching is easy. I spent nearly ten years in different marching bands learning how to march. So, no big deal there. Physical training is sort of hard, but it only lasts an hour or so. Actually, everything we are doing is pretty easy. But the fact that we have to constantly rush to do anything at all is what is making this so difficult for me. We have to shower in under three minutes, eat in the same amount of time, rush to get dressed, rush to brush our teeth, rush to "Get over here!" For someone who is a Type-B personality to the extreme, this is very difficult to adjust to. Some of the guys are decent. The guys next to my bunk are both really nice. The guy above me is a tall black guy named Warren. I insist he should change his last name to Peace. He doesn't get it. He's very soft spoken, very gentle, and all-around quiet. The most I've heard him say in one standing was, "I haven't shit in a week." None of us have, dear bunkmate. Another guy beside me is a guy named Adam. He is nineteen, and he isn't sure his wife of one month will be around when BMT is over. She was adamant about him not joining. I would hate to be a 19-year-old divorcee. A few short notes before I finish writing this secret letter. Trouble would come aplenty if I were caught writing it. I now have to devise a plan on how to mail it... Despite having to eat so quickly, the food here is actually really good. I just ate shrimp stir-fry, and they have all kinds of things you wouldn't expect. I went to the religious services last Sunday with the rest of the flight. I cried like a little girl. It's true that bottled emotions never go away. I plan on going again this week. O.k. That's it. I hope I can get this letter off without getting caught. Sincerely stressed, JP
This is Mike. I don't know about y'all, but I was damn happy to hear from our boy JP. In fact, I got two letters from him today. But, y'all will just have to be good little boys and girls and wait for a few days to read the next installment (JP's orders.) But in his next letter:
11:13 p.m. - Thursday, Jun. 19, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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