I'm in the middle of weapons guard right now and the rest of the platoon is down eating chow. My battle buddy and I got busted for not shaving today, but it was only because we had orders to clear the Drill Sgt.'s rec room this morning. It's Sunday so I will go to church and see the Chaplain for a little spiritual guidance. Speaking of spiritual guidance, the other guard with me is a guy I call "Preacher H". He's from Iowa and is about my age. "Preacher H" aspires to be a preacher which everyone around here respects. My running is getting better everyday, but I still struggle with push-ups and sit-ups. I hope my PT test at the end of red phase (2 weeks left) doesn't hold me back or get me recycled back into week 1 again. So much pressure, so little time. We're on day 10 and it literally feels like we have been here a month. I can hear my platoon getting smoked right now as I watch their weapons for them. Well time to finish my letter to Mom.
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