11.04.98

...or maybe not. Losing my voice and DS Ellington's Asshole smoking for secondary movement at attention gave me a headache -- the run this morning, 2 miles or more I don't know, was fine...Ran in B group, 15:59 -- 13:59 mikes in an initial diagnostic test...

Platoon pictures today -- got our M16A2's assigned today -- odd coincidence, my weapon # is the same as my Recption line number -- 51. Learned how to "field strip" it also -- just about the most detailed tutleage received from Platoon Sgt, DS Wynder...Special Forces guy is obviously not so interested in all the classroom goody goody values fucking -- likes the weapons & action...or so I believe...

Mail call today -- nothing...bummer. Hard to belive I've been in the military an entire month now...

We're supposed to be getting 1 & 1/2 Hotels for free time these last couple night...been lucky to get 30 minutes cuz of all the hurry up & wait crap...go to the classroom formation and sit on our ass while the DS finishes whatever else he wants to do, whilst we could be cleaning so we have time later free..."shaaaaa right, and monkey's could fly out of my butt " Wayne             forgot his last name -- Weatherhult forgot too...

Tomorrow some big wigs are coming through the battery to ensure the "overweight training" program is going well -- includes a command inspection of our baraks -- a chance for our platoon to around the obvious and painfully aware fact of our unteammenlike & undisciplined manner...hopefully we don't get this fucked up too...I'm getting sick of getting smoked 4 or 5 times every day...

Oh yeah, forgot to mail those two letters again today -- will do tomorrow. put 'em in my BDU left breast pocket..Sleep now need rest get well good.