These
entries are from the letters that Brandon has mailed to me. His writing
at times can be a bit difficult to determine his words... bare with me,
I do my best, especially with army terms.
Woke
up this morning and did our morning PT as usual. After PT we had about a
45 minute break before we needed to board the bus. It was nice not
having to rush, rush, rush.
We
got to the range and it seemed a little better than all the other
ranges, everything except the latrine. The place had the absolute worst
latrine I’ve had the pleasure of visiting. Absolutely disgusting!!
Everyone
got their lane and firing assignments. I had position 2 on lane 11.
Everyone has to place their rifle on the left side of the firing
position. The bolt has to be locked back and the chamber is open. After I
placed mine there some knucklehead kicked some sand in rifle. There was
actually a big pile of sand in my chamber. I was freakin’ pissed. I
have to qualify in a matter of minutes and my rifle, which I cleaned the
night before, was all messed up. I took my rifle and walked as quickly
as I could back to my gear (no running on the range). I did the best I
could clean it and rushed back just in time to shoot. It was already hot
and humid out and now I was as well. I started shooting and after only a
few targets my glasses fogged up and I couldn’t see anything. I quickly
threw off my hat and glasses and tried to shoot without the aid of my
glasses. (I could see the closer target fine, the 250m & 300m
targets were pretty blurry so I just aimed at the center of the blur. I
shot at 20 targets in the prone supported, 10 in the prone unsupported,
and 10 in the kneeling position. During the kneeling position, my rifle
finally jammed. I was able to fix it, but about 3 targets came and
went. I ended up qualifying with a 27, which is marksman. So I even
get a little pin. I know I could have done better, but I am very happy I
qualified on the first try. There were a number of people who had to
try multiple times, but eventually the entire company qualified. I think
the DSs were stressing a little.
Lunch
at the range was duty food. One good thing about duty food is that you
have to take whatever they give you…even if it’s cake. LOL. (Normally we
can’t eat cake at the DFAC). I had mine and two other people gave me
theirs as well. Ha!
The
day was hot and I was sweating like crazy. I was looking forward to our
shower afterwards. When we got back, DS A-Hole had a wild hair up his
butt and decided to only give us 1-minute showers. WTF?? When we were
done, we had to all line up in our towels and then all together we had
90 seconds to get dress in our PTs. After that he was like “now clean
your weapons”. He’s such an ass.
We
found out since everyone qualified we could all order pizza and
Gatorade. Pizza was $10 each and they could not comment on the quality. I
said “count me in…Pizza is like sex…even bad pizza is still pretty
good.” It came an hour and half late, but it was good. Nice to have some
junk food. LOL.
I
ended up having staff duty with PVT Cock from 20:00 – 22:00. We did a
lot of cleaning, moving tables, taking out the trash, running errands,
and I even fixed my first “technical problem” since leaving my last job.
I un-jammed our DS’s printer. LOL.
Random DS Quote:
“I’m like your uncle, the other two are like your dad & step dad.
Always competing to see who has the bigger dick. I already won, now I
just hang out.” (Our cool DS talking about our other DSs)
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