Letters from Army Reception
21:30 20030511

I am writing this letter by the light of a red-shaded flashlight over the noise of my bunkmates juvenile humor. I have been in Reception waiting for Basic Combat Training. (BCT) as a member of the 79th Platoon, in Bravo COmpany as part of Fort Jackson's Reception Battalion since...20030507 (Wednesday the Seventh of May in 2003 in Military Format). At the moment, I am endeavoring to hold my guts in as we imitate our favorite (i.e. most feared) female drill sergeants favorite sayings "drink water soldier! You are wrong!" I cannot tell you how funny these words are at 9:30 civillian time when you've been up since too early. (4:30)
Even though we laugh form the safety of our bunks, most of the soldiers in reception live in fear of SGT. Habersham. Never has so much authority been packed in so little a body. The woman is 4'11" tops and she has our strapping 6'2" PG (Platoon Guide) peeing in his army-issue brown tightie whiteys. I think her lack of stature may be the root cause of her ferocity. She's a busy woman who handles the paperwork for several hundred soldiers, so if you didn't se her because she's so short, or couldn't hear her because she's an itty-bitty woman, than well "You're wrong soldier! Drink water!"
Oh by the way, I nearly killed myself trying to break the base record for the One mile run in the Physical Trainig Assessment. (PTA?) I finished in 5 min 30 sec mainly because I believed the record was 5 min 43 seconds. I led most the race only to be overtaken by a brown blur (at this point thats all I remember) that had been dogging me the whore race. I am so pissed I got beat! :(
There is so much more I want to tell you, but every one around me is snoring, so it must be time to do the same.