(Continued from the previous night!) So I woke up to the sound of the drill sergeant's voice and the lights being on. I checked my watch and it displayed 2245! Great, what did our fireguard do now!? I got out of bed, stood at parade rest, and listened. Apparently, yesterday when the military police were here, the kid who kept his cell phone and had it broken by Captain America (the nickname given to Dunbar since he always wants to come in and save the day) went to them and said things about the drill sergeant and how it was handled. Anyway, the military police told the drill sergeant and so the drill sergeant came up to our bay to address the situation. Basically, this kid is our bad apple, and the drill sergeant told us to just take care of it. He likes our platoon because we are squared away and do the right thing. So this kid ended up doing three hours of fireguard during the rest of the night, so my 2400-0100 shift disappeared, and I got to sleep until the wake up call at 0500. When we woke up, we got ready, changed into sterile ACUs (today's PT on the board said GFT), and started cleaning the bay when the drill sergeant on duty came in and said first formation was changed to 0700! We then finished cleaning the bay and sat around listening to music until it was 0700. At 0715, we went to breakfast, where we had the surprise of having pork chops! After I ate, we came back up to the bay, where I got a 30 minute nap in. We were then told to go downstairs, and that it was time for GFT. We spent about two hours in the classroom watching short videos and looking at pictures of the drill sergeant's previous tour overseas. We were given a latrine break, and then it was time to start the GFT. The The drill sergeant had music from his computer playing on the speakers and mats had been spread to cover almost the entire floor of the classroom. Different people could call out others and challenge them to a GFT match. Most people from our platoon only did one match, and a handful did all the fighting. I chose not to challenge anyone, and no one challenged me, so I was able to skip out on any fighting. A lot of guys are in the mindset to stay healthy and finish this next week. We are so close to the finish, that an injury now would be devastating! After about three hours of matches, each platoon picked their best fighter and so we had another GFT, single elimination tournament. Our man chosen was Prohovich (who I'm now assistant gunner for), and he won his first round against third platoon. Second platoon beat fourth platoon, so that left us and second platoon in the finals. Prohovich came out strong, and then almost lost by the triangle choke. He somehow escaped, body slammed the guy, and put him in a guillotine to win the match! So first platoon now has "bragging rights," I guess! After the match, we cleaned the mats, put them away, swept and mopped the classroom, and put the tables and chairs back into place. We formed up and MREs were distributed to us to eat a late lunch (almost 1400). After lunch, we went upstairs and changed into summer PTs, then went downstairs for area beautification. My job was to take a broom and level/smooth out the rocks around the pull up bars, which took about 15 minutes. When everyone was done with their areas, we went back up to our bays for a couple of hours and did whatever... or something productive, so I took a nap! :) I took some time to start a letter home (which I'll mail tomorrow night to go out in Monday's mail), and then it was time to go to dinner. I went light for dinner, so I ate a salad and a deli sandwich. After dinner, it was back up to the bay, where apparently a couple of our platoon's...dull crayons...were getting into it, so they decided to have a boxing match to settle the argument. This was like a battle of the idiots, and even if our drill sergeants were here, they would have watched just because of who they were. It was interesting, but after a punch to the face, the one forfeited and so the other "won." After that, people dispersed and went to taking apart and putting together the M240B and the M249 blindfolded, writing letters, and just thinking about home and what they did in their free time. At 1940, I decided to work out, and did about 500 ab workouts in about 10 minutes, but I had to pause because final formation was at 2000 instead of 2030 tonight (which I wasn't aware of). We went downstairs, got a quick head count, and then went right back up to the bay where I continued working out, doing another couple hundred ab workouts and a hundred or so pushups. I then took a shower, changed into clean summer PTs, and then got in bed a few minutes before 2100. While laying there talking to the guys around me, someone mentioned something about Golem from The Lord of the Rings, and without thinking, I did my, "stupid, fat, hobbits" impersonation... which either scared the guys or made them laugh. Ha! Oh well, they had me say a few more things, but lights were turned off at that point, so we just went to sleep!
26 July 2009 (Day 92- 19 days to go)
Last night, I had no responsibilities, so I got a good night's sleep! I woke up at 0600, used the latrine, brushed my teeth and shaved, and got ready for... a nap! We didn't have anywhere to be until 0740, so I took a nap, and then changed into my ACUs for church. At 0730, we headed downstairs to form up for breakfast, and everyone who was going to church went first! This might sound hard to believe, but they had fresh whole peaches for breakfast, so I ate one for you, Dana, since I'm in Georgia... the peach capital of the world or whatever. So anyway, after breakfast, we went to church in battle buddy teams (instead of marching in formation). The sermon was very good today, and we had a new chaplain, too. Today's sermon came from Luke 18: 1-8, which is the parable of the persistent widow. We are to pray always and not become discouraged (faint, lose heart, or give up and quit). We need to be like the widow when we pray, just as she persisted to have her case heard by the judge (which would have been hard for a widowed female then), we need to pray persistently. Unlike the judge who kept turning her away until she annoyed him, God will listen to our prayers. As for going overseas, we don't have to worry about dying, because that's God's business and only he knows his plan for us. We should not coward out of going to war, because we are just a part of the total picture. I thought it was a decent service, but again, it was geared towards non-believers or those who are close to making the biggest decision they have to make in life. It did hit close to my heart, because I have been praying a lot more persistently since I've been here, and I wrote about it earlier this week! After church, we came back to the bay, changed into summer PTs, and headed our for some area beautification. We came back up to the bay after 15 minutes, and found two guys in our platoon had gone to the PX, got on the computers to pay some bills or whatnot, and were caught by another drill sergeant. The next few minutes were not pretty in our bay, so I sat by my locker while fists flew and tempers flared at the two individuals. It ended after Captain America had his fair share of jabs, and we were all called back downstairs. Word had gotten to our drill sergeant about what had happened at the PX, so he came in wearing flip flops, shorts, t-shirt, and a ball cap, and did some paperwork kicking the one individual out of the Army (for this, wearing a purchased special forces patch on his uniform, keeping his cell phone after family day, stealing NODs, and then taking gear from others at night during a bivouac...). He is not the brightest guy. So anyway, I got out of my bay because I didn't want any part of what was going on (although our drill sergeant, while I don't think he knew exactly what happened in the bay, did encourage the platoon to take matters into their own hands). I went to fourth platoon and weighed myself again... 204 lbs.! With FTX coming up this week, I'm sure all the intense hours in the field will be good for burning fat... It will be like going to Philmont, but on steroids. At 1300, we had lunch, where I ate the driest chicken ever! It fell apart like a cracker, so I had to eat it with my cheesy scalloped potatoes. After lunch, it was back to the bay to listen to music, pack our rucks for the FTX, and enjoy the day off. We were told that on Wednesday we would get transportation back to the barracks to take showers due to all the staph infections and other diseases going around. At 1430, the day took a turn for the worse. The kid from fourth platoon who had been arrested was brought back the previous day (building a case against him or something), stole food from the D-Fac and had it hidden in the bay. The drill sergeant found out about it and called everyone down to the formation area. We got a light smoking for it, but were kept downstairs for over 90 minutes. We were told our phone privileges had been lost for the day, and to go upstairs, finish packing our rucks, and be back downstairs in formation at 1700. However, because we were in formation, we had taken a head count, and we were short one person! The kid who didn't get whomped on earlier fled (maybe thinking he was next), so we had to report him AWOL (Absent WithOut Leave). After we informed the drill sergeant of our AWOL individual, we went upstairs and did what we had been instructed to do. At 1700, we went to dinner, came back, and returned to the bay. Then, someone came up and said, "Phone calls!" and the whole company rushed downstairs to call home! With the entire company on the phones, time was short, so I made the decision to call Brittney, and if time permitted later, to call home. I had already been writing a lengthy letter home starting yesterday, so at least they will receive that this week. Brittney and I had a good, but short phone call. I found out the weather for the week (since it is FTX and we will be out the entire time), coordinated outfits for pictures on turning blue/family day and for graduation, and told each other we missed each other and that we will see one another in a short 18 days (and going home in 19!)!!! We hung up, and I returned to the bay to write about the afternoon's events and to make sure my ruck was ready to go for the FTX this week. I staged my gear downstairs, and waited on my ruck, writing home and finishing this journal, hoping to get back on the phone to talk to my parents for even just a minute. At 2030, everyone joined me in formation, and we got our nightly briefing. Our guy was still AWOL, so our drill sergeant and first sergeant were called to be informed of the situation. Our platoon didn't get in trouble, because he went to the PX without permission and our platoon didn't touch him when he got back (just the other guy who got kicked out). Phone calls were cut off at 2045, and I was unable to call home. The biggest event of the day happened next. I didn't see anything, but something happened that involved the kid who stole money and was arrested yesterday, and who also stole the food and hid it today in the bay. All I know is the drill sergeant left for about 10 minutes, and he came back and that kid was bleeding and needed to go to the hospital. For the sake of legal issues maybe being brought up later (might even be tonight), I don't want to write about it. I was on the other side of the deuce, in formation on my ruck, writing my journal when it all happened. My hands are clean in this, and I have a few words or thoughts I would like to get out. First of all, every Sunday a good 100 people or so go to the Protestant service (about half of the company). On top of that, there are a few people that go to the other services of other faiths, so that's at least 75% of this company that goes to some sort of religious services on Sundays, which was TODAY! I am a strong believer in what Jesus said about turning the other cheek, and it makes me sad to see a group of guys act like this- the same group of guys going overseas dying so we can have a free country. It is not my place to judge others and their actions, because God has a plan for even them, but they should not judge others either. In fact, he got arrested, and nothing happened to us, and he got in trouble for the stolen food-- which we did a handful of flutter kicks and pushups for. So what, he took away 90 minutes of our Sunday to do some PT. Family and friends, please pray for this company, and everyone in it. I'm going to bed now, so I'm as well rested as I can be for this week. FTX is this week, so you'll get more journal entries in another 5-7 days!