We've changed into desert cammies and are now at the rifle range. Yesterday we woke up and grabbed our MOLLIE packs filled with our gear and humped out six miles to new barracks. I wish we were back, kinda – the new barracks are tiny and cramped and dirty though I'm sure we'll get used to it. The nice thing is I'm in the middle now not at the end, AND when lights go out it is actually dark. It was the first time I've actually slept until the lights turned on again.
I just found out we have to say ditties like "pink princess" and "prancing ponies" I know I've said. We picked up some new girls – FRPers (Female Rehabilitation Program, where you go if you get hurt or unk and drop) who told us our platoon is the Princess Platoon. Apparently we're called that because our barracks are the largest and nicest ones. Ha ha! Sucks only when we have to clean them. These new barracks take like two seconds to clean.
We eat at the male mess hall when we are here. They get better food than us. One, they get cookies and other goodies because they burn calories faster than we do. Two, the stuff that is the same, like eggs and French toast, is made better. I'm not kidding. So unfair!
Everyone's cranky or something today, even I am. I almost started crying in church and I'm not really sure why. We're just tired, I guess. Word has it we're going to bed at 1900 tonight so we get our required 8 hours of sleep, because tomorrow is Grass Week where we get up EARLY so when the sun comes up we've already eaten and are all set up on the range ready to begin learning. We met our PMI (Primary Marksmanship Leader) finally and he's a very cool guy.
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