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26 January 2010

Hey honey,

I love you so much. The FOB is different to say the least. We have duties like at the barracks but they are tower guard - 4 people / 2 towers, 4 people at the gate, 6 people at the ammo shack and 15 on quick reaction force who all run at a moment’s notice to respond to any threat. We got here and we were told you it would be good, easy, lots of sleep. Turns out we will get punished hardcore for any minor infraction. Anything that isn’t the same in our uniforms, anything that is messed up our tents. We were told to have our crew on QRF for a 4 hour shift (which is OK because you can sleep on that duty) once the rest of the company comes back. Well, when is that? Our leadership communication sucks. I’m cold and damp in a tent full of people with about 1 inch between the cots. We sleep in sleeping bags and sweat. I’m listening about girls who dance at clubs and their wigs fall off. That’s the entertainment. I’m really wondering when work gets fun. We just finished QRF. We slept a little, then some simulated motors went off and we had to run to the wall and point our weapons out at the nonexistent threat. I’m tired, I think I’ll take a nap and a little bit. Our next shift is 2300 to 0100. There is no heater in that tent, so you to shiver and try to sleep.

This is to the guy who sent me a letter. Thank you so much for the encouragement. I’m doing fine on the PT and so are the 31 to 42 year olds. In fact our oldest at 42 earned a 299 on the PT test, that’s out of 300. The older guys get picked on a little but nothing too serious. Also 095, or officer candidates take a little flack but it’s also nothing serious. You get a little crap and they leave you alone. All right back to the FOB, just finished chow. Breakfast and dinner are going to be murmites, which means small portions. Lunch is a MREs which are over 2000 calories each and really sustain you. So we have enough food to keep us going but not nearly enough to keep us from feeling hungry. Today’s training was at the paintball site. I found out the buildings are old WW 2 barracks. It’s kind of strange going through them. My entire team was killed by one terrorist with a hostage. I survived the longest with speed and cover but he was experienced infantry and I’m just a POS (people other than grunts). He got me as I was leaning out to try and shoot him. He was there and gone. We were shooting Blanks and I got some shots off and if they were paintballs I would’ve seen some marks on the door.

 

22 January 2010

Countdown begins. 13 days until graduation, 14 until we leave here. We’re so ready to go. I think we all have our own reasons. Some I’ve heard are to get where we can eat like normal people, where we can have a job that doesn’t last 18 hours a day, where we can fill downtime with books, computers, games, TV, exercise at a gym, etc. I can’t wait to get away from the immaturity. I know that won’t happen until AIT is over and I’m settled into the routine a little better than this monotonous chaos. The final PT test is in the morning at 0430. I’m shooting for 80% in each category. That’s 58 pushups, 64 sit-ups and 14:48 on the run. I did 49 pushups and 64 sit-ups and 15:33 on the test Monday but it felt like I wasn’t 100%. My muscles seemed to get tired a lot sooner. After that if I don’t hurt myself we go to the paintball range which is really like an urban assault course. You remember the one I spoke about before? With the house and the alley? We’re supposed to take on the drill sergeants and armed combat. Paint balls can hurt at close range. We just got the letter they will be sending you all about graduation. Please be early, that’s the army. Be early so we can start late. I’m so tired and we’re not going to get much sleep. I really want to do well on this test. I’m going to wrap this one up. All yet! We get mail at the FOB so keep writing.

Final PT scores: pushups – 57 (79%), sit-ups – 63 (79%), run – 14:27 (87%)

 

20 January 2010

Hello my love,

Sick call was fine. I got my heel taking care of and got called a wussie for it by the drill sergeants, then got a pat on the back for refusing a profile. I’m thoroughly tired. The last week of training is jam-packed with stuff to do. Yesterday was grenades and the march, today was a landmine/IED course I missed; boring the guys said. Then we went to a “heavy weapons EST” which is the extended systems trainer I learned. It’s a converted duel theater, like proscenium arch and all with video screens and heavy weapons attached. Lots of fun to shoot through. We wait in line for an hour and ½ for 30 seconds of fun. It bothers me a bit but it’s better than waiting 3 hours for one minute of fun, huh? We marched back and went to another class on convoys. Got to end the letter here, we got sent to bed early.

 

21 January 2010

Hey baby. Crappy crappy day but my spirits are still good. It was raining all day while we were at convoy live fire where we shoot from moving vehicles. I feel bad for some people, the weather proofing on their jackets was worn out and they got drenched. This day probably won’t help my cold. Here’s how it went down: sit through long boring class that they told us from the beginning is obsolete and outdated. Then practice getting in the deuce and a halfs (2 ½ ton trucks). They had benches and sides in the cargo area to provide cover behind. We went to the range and fire Blanks, then had to pick up all the shell casings. Did I ever mention that? We have to pick up every Brass ammo casing we fire off, at least all that we can find. Today’s total of live and blank ammo fired off was 41,400 shells. They recycle the shells; refill them to save money. Smart idea. So we picked up the Blanks then got ready for live fire. Half of us did live fire while half ate lunch, then we policed up that Brass and let me emphasize there is no magnet or sifter, your hand pick each casing off of the ground. OK then shake down, sit and wait for the buses, then started pouring rain. We all huddled in the covered bleachers to ride it out. Not 3 minutes after we got in the bleachers, the busses came. So now I sit here writing a letter. We might have mail tonight and I get your letters from home. Separate letter on that later. Sorry folks we still do private letters you can’t see. Maybe we’ll write them up after and post all the back and forth.

Much love, Adam

 

 

15 January 2010

Hello my love!

I just got back from sick call and it’s a totally different experience. I explained my situation with my ear, told them it’s history and all way back to before exodus and boom! Antibiotics, ear drops and 800 mg ibuprofen. :Soldiers candy” they call it. I’d just got changed into my ACU’s so they can take us all to the range where we’ll practice urban operations, specifically kicking in doors and clearing rooms. I don’t want you to get worried, my MOS doesn’t do this job but we all have to be trained in it. On the way from the clinic to the pharmacy the bus driver told us it was a training holiday for the regular army; MLK day. She also said that life in the army is easy, even when deployed. Dangerous? Yes, but the job a simple. OK, so we went to this range with plywood houses, “glass wall” houses, brick houses and an alley/city street. The plywood houses were cool because you could kick the doors in. You go in as a team and clear the room a certain way to ensure the best coverage of the enemy while preventing overlapping fields of fire. The “glass house” is this really bad movie where some people kill these kids parents so they can adopt them and make then carry M16’s and enter a house laid out on the ground with 2 x 4s; basically just the outline of the house so you can see in and as a team evaluate each other’s performance. The brick house is just that; a 2 story, multi-room house you go room to room through to practice squad tactics. The street is a street, targets on the roofs, in windows, behind cars, even in the rooms off of the streets. The objective is to move down the street as a tea providing cover and engaging targets. Basically a fun day. While I was at sick call I missed a laser tag session where you have to distinguish between friendly and enemy targets quickly. They waited an hour or more to shoot for 40 seconds total, split between 3 sessions. After we got back today we got permission to go for a run on the PT pad outside (my idea). There were 26 of us. It was a beautiful evening and even better with no DS’s to yell about our pace. I ran a 2-mile in 16:30(ish) and I still had more in me. The White Phase PT test is Monday and the Blue Phase is Friday. Tough week next week looking at the schedule. I have fireguard tomorrow, I’ll get to tell you about operation appreciation and our week next week.

 

Last Updated ( Saturday, 30 January 2010 17:11 )

 

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