Tensions are rising, oh boy. Day 12, and a few gnarly gripe sessions, in the books. Smallpox vaccinations mixed with a little "barracks AIDS" stirred gently over 18-hour days with a 40 degree temperature night/day swing at 4,000+ feet above sea level. Folks are dropping quick. Upper-Respiratory-Infection is the word of the day, and every time someone says it we all have to scream and wave our arms like Chairy, Pterry, and Jambi.
Up at 0430 this morning to dress myself, shuffle out to formation, get counted, and then be on my way for "individual physical training". My PT consisted of wandering to the gym in zombie mode, stretching for 5 minutes, and then leaving in exchange for a longer shower. It was pretty weaksauce, I'll own it.
Tomorrow I get to ride back into the main post to verify a handful of certifications are received, inquire about more potential training opportunities, and ask a whole bunch of bubbas "WFT?" After that I'll stop by Starbucks to pick up one of those turbo "for your whole office" boxes, which I will promptly dump into my CamelBak and gobble up.
Quote of the day: "From now on if you have something to add in the meetings, I want you to pop up out of your garbage can and say it."
Onward! Get it.
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