I received an inadvertent compliment from the new DI today. She was telling off the rest of the platoon when I was the only one volunteering to answer test question, and DI Sgt. Goodman goes, "Someone else besides Snider, 'cause it looks she's the only one that's going to graduate."
We did an obstacle course today – everything from leaping over logs five feet up to climbing a wall, ropes, flipping ourselves over bars, etc. It was very tough! A lot of people – actually everyone but three – didn't finish. I made it to the very last ropes obstacle, but Sgt. Sagullo had made me do the wall like four times because other recruits kept messing up, so I was too tired to climb the final 20 ft. rope. Oh well.
Can you do another mass letter? Just to let people know how I'm doing, that I can't write back and am very sorry about that, and thanks A LOT for the birthday letters.
When we 'muster' – which mean march anywhere – we wear our full muster war gear. This is a hefty harness w/ canteens, a moonbeam (flashlight), a glow strip for visibility, and a butt pack and drill belt with a poncho in it. We even take this to church. Yesterday in church religious ed we started The Shoes of the Fisherman – a very long movie. It was a blast. We get 4 hours square away time on Sundays, most of which I spend in religious ed and church. Worth it!!! You're away from the DIs. The Catholics get back last and we always return to exhausted-looking recruits, freshly scuzzed (cleaned/scrubbed) floors, racks that have been made and unmade and made and unmade for no real reason, etc. I'm happy I miss all of that. Go religion!
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