Letter #7 to Me:
We left around 5:30 yesterday morning on our hike to the rifle range. We start grass week tomorrow but I think it mostly learning everything we need to know before we actually shoot. The hike was a little over 6 miles and was not fun. We wore our large packs and Kevlar helmets. I got pushed towards the back and had to run most of the way because people in front of me kept falling back. We eventually made it then had a pretty easy rest of the day. We unpacked all our stuff and went to chow. After chow we drilled for 2 hours then went back to our squad bay, hygiened, got mail and went on free time. We were all so tired after the hike. I woke up to go to the bathroom but didn’t want to get out of bed. Tomorrow should be better. PT in the morning then the rifle range. Hopefully the next 6 weeks go quickly.
While we’re at the range we eat at the male chow hall but can’t eat it unless we have it at ours. It’s so unfair! They get cinnamon rolls, and pastries for breakfast and chips, brownies and cookies with lunch and dinner. They can also get as much food as they want and have so much more time to eat it. They don’t have DI’s on them all the time when they eat either. Ours watch us like hawks to make sure we’re not eating what we’re not supposed to. And we have to eat with the B side platoon so they try and make us follow their rules. We don’t get milk in our cereal and a drink with breakfast… it’s one or the other. They tried to stop us from taking peanut butter b/c they lost their privilege but most of us took it anyway. I got 2 J Finally getting double rations! Here we have to eat with the other platoon so instead of only 60 people having to eat we have 120. Depending on which side of the chow hall we’re on sometimes I end up in the back and there’s nothing left by the time I get there. Guess that’s one more thing I need to talk to her about.
I’m starting to get really sick of a lot of the people here. They must have been dropped on their heads when they were babies. The girl next to me always needs help buttoning her sleeves, securing her weapon to the rack and everything else. She can’t even hang her camis on the rack by herself. Some of these people are truly stupid. I don’t know how they made it through their first 18 years of life! When they say don’t talk on line or in formation people do it anyways. No one around here knows how to listen, follow simple instructions or know how to talk to people. I wouldn’t want most of these people next to me if I ever had to fight. I guess that’s why there are so many more men… to pick up the slack of all the women who are idiots and somehow made it through bootcamp.
They say that teamwork here is the key to success here… ours is non-existent because people are always bitching and snapping at each other acting like mini-drill instructors. When we were lined up waiting to go into the chow hall the guide from the other platoon called us freaks. She’s actually worse than the DI’s for our platoon. Enough venting… can’t wait til I can get away from these people!
Oh! I almost forgot to mention that we had to go back to medical on Friday. Guess what for? More shots… we all got 4 more including another one in the butt! I had to get an extra because my chicken pox shot wore off. That one they gave me in the back of the arm. It hurt so bad. I got my ticket to MCT. I’m taking the bus down from DC because it was only $93 and 100% refundable w/o penalty if I need to change it.
I sent Mommy a list of food to bring for graduation. I said we were stopping at the first pizza place we see. The Sunday after our crucible we get a few hours of liberty so I’m planning on going to the food court at the exchange and stuffing my face!
Well, I’ll let you know how everything goes here at the range. I’m kind of nervous because there’s so much to learn. I’m sure I’ll do fine though. Just have to listen and do everything they say. I’ll write again soon!
Love, Chelse
P.S. Did I tell you about our service uniform issue last week? Also, how is everything else going? Let me know about the MRI.”
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