NEMATODE
Joined: Feb 24, 2009
Posts: 1144
Location: Chicagoland
Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:32 pm
It seems all we do is shine the ostrich plumed gold helmets and the BK logo on the barracks floor so I was kind of exited to go to tear gas training. We finally got to actually eat a meal in the chow hall.
We marched over to the tear gas hut and as usual the city slicker craps player that marches behind continues to step on my heals. I actually have blisters on them and my back is bruised from being poked in the ribcage.
So they went over the maskes and it's nearly impossible to see anything when wearing them and it's hard labored breathing. We went in the hut and I'm glad they stressed a tight fit. The bunker filled up
with smoke and then they told us to take them off. At first nothing then the burning started. Followed by my eye's filling up with tears followed by my nose pouring snot. Ribbons of snot. Everybody broke for the door and outside we puked up breakfast, couldn't see anything and the burning was intense. When my eyes started to clear up a bit I noticed the kid from appalachia looked like he always does. Tears and snot and puking.
The afternoon we where issued rifles and told they put salt peter in the chow so we wouldn't touch our guns. Whatever that means. The rifles we where told to take with us everywhere except the shower. They don't actually shoot as the barrels are full of lead. The weight is supposed to work like weights and get us in better shape for BK business. The city slickers where all talking about how they have better weapons. Uzi's and 9mm's. Maybe if I see them playing craps again I'll go to the other end of the barracks.
The kid from appalachia woke us all up last night. He was wearing only his duty belt and boots and marching up and down the tables that run the center of the barracks and shouting "Beam me up Scotty".
The drill Instructor had him marched off to the medic and we don't now the results yet. Maybe it's the salt peter.
The drill instructor had us in formation on the parade ground and it was pouring rain and and he said drop and give me fifty NEMATODE. You don't ask why but I did wonder. When I was at about 48 he said "That's for whatever you did that I didn't catch you doing". Everyone laughed. I kinda chuckled. I can be an ass at times.
Anyhoot it seems I've been in bootcamp an eternity. It's probably been about 3 weeks. You lose track. But it seems like 4 months. Can't wait to get out and graduation party.
Anyhoot please don't forget to plant the chickens. If they're late into the ground we won't get eggs.
Probably write once more before graduation if I don't get set back in training. The drill Instructor pretty much hates me but I think if it wasn't for the military we would probably get along w a chuckle here and there. Who knows.
This dang rifle is a real pain.
We marched over to the tear gas hut and as usual the city slicker craps player that marches behind continues to step on my heals. I actually have blisters on them and my back is bruised from being poked in the ribcage.
So they went over the maskes and it's nearly impossible to see anything when wearing them and it's hard labored breathing. We went in the hut and I'm glad they stressed a tight fit. The bunker filled up
with smoke and then they told us to take them off. At first nothing then the burning started. Followed by my eye's filling up with tears followed by my nose pouring snot. Ribbons of snot. Everybody broke for the door and outside we puked up breakfast, couldn't see anything and the burning was intense. When my eyes started to clear up a bit I noticed the kid from appalachia looked like he always does. Tears and snot and puking.
The afternoon we where issued rifles and told they put salt peter in the chow so we wouldn't touch our guns. Whatever that means. The rifles we where told to take with us everywhere except the shower. They don't actually shoot as the barrels are full of lead. The weight is supposed to work like weights and get us in better shape for BK business. The city slickers where all talking about how they have better weapons. Uzi's and 9mm's. Maybe if I see them playing craps again I'll go to the other end of the barracks.
The kid from appalachia woke us all up last night. He was wearing only his duty belt and boots and marching up and down the tables that run the center of the barracks and shouting "Beam me up Scotty".
The drill Instructor had him marched off to the medic and we don't now the results yet. Maybe it's the salt peter.
The drill instructor had us in formation on the parade ground and it was pouring rain and and he said drop and give me fifty NEMATODE. You don't ask why but I did wonder. When I was at about 48 he said "That's for whatever you did that I didn't catch you doing". Everyone laughed. I kinda chuckled. I can be an ass at times.
Anyhoot it seems I've been in bootcamp an eternity. It's probably been about 3 weeks. You lose track. But it seems like 4 months. Can't wait to get out and graduation party.
Anyhoot please don't forget to plant the chickens. If they're late into the ground we won't get eggs.
Probably write once more before graduation if I don't get set back in training. The drill Instructor pretty much hates me but I think if it wasn't for the military we would probably get along w a chuckle here and there. Who knows.
This dang rifle is a real pain.
