BCT Day 2
July 26th, 2002
Man, they weren't kidding about having no personal time during BCT. My locker is all messed up, I don't know which clothes are clean or dirty, blah. From now on, my diary entries will be short. I am writing this at 2314, when I should be sleeping.
Things that have gone wrong:
1=I don't have my earplugs and there's never enough time to tell the drill sgt.
2=I wrote the wrong routing number on my direct deposit slip because the stupid Suntrust bitch told me the wrong # over the phone. I just found my # today. I had it written down and it sure doesn't match what she told me. So, I gotta get yelled at by a drill sgt now for shit that wasn't my fault.
Positives:
1=I'm getting stronger
2=I'm getting used to doing things fast
3=Our drill sgts actually care. They don't fuck with us for no reason like I've seen others do.
Well, I gotta go. Oh, Grad is Sept 26.
EVERYBODY WHO KNOWS ME OR HAS EVER READ THIS DIARY, PLEASE WRITE ME. IT IS NECESSARY FOR ANY SOLDIER'S SURVIVAL OF BASIC TRAINING TO HAVE CONTACT WITH LOVED ONES. THANKS.
YEAH, GREG, THAT MEANS YOU.....inside joke between Greg and I. No need to worry. I'm straight as a broom stick. Too tired to come up with anything better......zzzzzzzzz.