Theme Week 13 "armying"

I am glad to finally be back in my own house, especially after three weeks of "armying." All of that waking up at three in the morning and going to bed in the evening at ten was getting played out. The base that we trained at was old and in need of some government funded help. The barracks had that WWII, John Wayne, Classic Movie Network, look. All of the bunks were lined up with the pillows at opposite ends of the bunk next to it. The mattresses were stained and covered in plastic, army green mold and spider webs all over the place. I had fabreeze and pine scented car fresheners at my bunk, but the smell of gunpowder and feet overpowered both. There was something a little cool though about looking up and down the bay and seeing the brothers in arms cleaning weapons, playing cards, and having some beers. We all have different backgrounds, different problems at home, and different ways of doing things, but when we get together for training we are unified by this calling as a soldier. I don't know....I still racked out, shaking my head thinking that if I ever stayed at hotel and this is what my room was like, someone would be getting fired. That reminds me, I have some laundry to do and I really need to mop my floors.

The scene in the chow hall was like watching re-runs of M*A*S*H. You can hear everyone complaining about the powdered eggs; there are only so many ways you can ruin them. The coffee had flakes in it, whether it was the grounds or the gnats I couldn't tell the difference. Eventually it all settled to the bottom of the dixie cup or our guts. The bananas were brown, spotted like cheetahs, and the milk still had ice chunks in it from being frozen past the expiration date. Still though the line for food was out the door and around the building. You would think that this place was a 5 star restaurant. I was thinking to myself, "WHY OH WHY do I put myself through this?" Who am I kidding, as much as I complain, I either love it or accept that boot camp brainwashing to love it.

Hahahaha I can't help but laugh at the fact that I am so anal about cleaning my house and eating healthy and while I am in training it is somehow acceptable for me to live like an animal. I have got to check all of my email, get my school work finished, have a bowl of cereal and try to get some sleep. I know I will be waking up at 3am for the next couple of weeks. That's the downside of going away for training; all of the conditioning messes up my sleep cycle and my attitude. I have to be mindful that I will probably cuss a whole lot for a while.

At least I am in my own house, with my own toilet, and the facilities to scrub my ass. Who am I kidding, I love that shit.