BCT Day 60
September 22nd, 2002
Yay. Last Sunday up in this biatch. I've been busy, so it has gone quickly. I spent the whole time between breakfast and lunch making my boots bling bling for family day. It's amazing the detail you can get into when you don't have anything else to do. I spent three hours on the boots. I ought to try to use free time to accomplish something from now on. When I'm home, I waste my free time when I could be doing something. What that something is, I don't know. Maybe I'll make a sculpture out of my belly button lint. Or I can watch TV. Yeah that sounds a lot better.
I doubt we get anything today. It's getting late and DS Boston is here. He doesn't care enough about us to take us to get a haircut so we can look sharp for our families. He doesn't care if we need to go to the PX to buy badges and rank pins for our uniform. He doesn't care that he promised a pizza party today and we ain't getting shit. He doesn't care if we need a phone call to make sure everything is straight with our families. He'd rather sit in the office all day watching TV and coming up here every few hours to threaten us. Let's see if he proves me wrong on anything I mentioned, because I'm starting to lose respect for him again. He's about to become just Boston.
Boston just took us to get a haircut. But only because they made an announcement over the PA that everyone needs their hair cut. Did he let us go to the PX right next to the barber shop? Hell no. Two other platoons had pizza and soda for dinner. Another had their pizza party earlier. We're the only ones who didn't get shit. It's like we're in red phase. All Boston did while at the barber shop was tell us to not move. We're graduating in four days. We've proved our discipline time and again. We don't get shit. We needed bars of soap and new razors for inspection. What a fucking dumb ass. Now we're being threatened to clean our weapons or go in the pit. He doesn't know how to motivate us to do our job.
Despite that shit, hey, I'm feeling great. I'm graduating in four days. I'm happy as shit. Since two platoons ate pizza instead of dinner, the other two got seconds. I ate two pieces of chocolate cake. Eeeexcellent.