06 April 2011

Dear Mom & Dad
I just got your letters today.  Man it was a thing like a kid on Christmas morning with a ton of presents.  Man this one Drill Instructor acts like a badly behaved 4 year old, tantrums, always bangs on anything, throws things, everything all throughout the squad bays, then yells pick it up and chucks it everywhere.  Then we gotta clean it up in less than 120 seconds, so frustrating.  They knew my name twenty minutes after they got us, all I could think of was "oh dang", except it was a little more colorful in my head.  Now they get me for anything and everything. "I must not lose my temper" keeps running through my thoughts.  Drill is something I love doing here though, so cool to have platoons marching, the weapon gets heavy after 2 hours though.  Today was training day 8, and we got to battle 4018 till 1600 hours with Pullgar sticks, from 1400 hours till 1600 hours then marched  back to the squad bay. Senior Drill Instructor Sgt. Behlman says that's one of the more exciting matches to watch that she's seen in a while.  I'm not sure who won the fight, but I know I won one round.  Had the Chaplain come in before our 5 second shower and gave us a motivational speech which we ended with "this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" so i think every night at 2000 I'll sing that in the rack when I'm not Rifle security watch first thing.  Breathe in and Breathe out that's what I gotta keep telling myself.  Cuz I'm doing this timeline I don't care if it kills me.  Drill Instructor Sgt Dunn told me I should just go home & I turned and looked her in the eyes and told her "No Ma'am"  I am so going to pay for that but they left me alone for a day.  I guess that's good enough for me.  200 hrs in classes before I leave it says.  Sounds great getting away from the drill Instructors for at least that long.  Free Time's almost up.
I love you guys,
Lizabee