Letter #4 came on Saturday, to my place in Destin. Boy has good timing :)
It was addressed to "Virginia Eller-Flynn? Flynn-Eller? Flynn?
:)" Tha Moms said that Eller-Flynn sounds like a circus
animal. Gee thanks! Har. There will be no name hyphenation
here.
25 October 2005 - 0825
They're calling us out soon for some mysterious detail. PRT
clothes, field jackets and winter hats are the UOD (uniform of the
day). Life here is proceeding at its usual dull, deadening pace,
although there -are- the occasional quirks.
For instance, remember the fight I wrote about? [I don't know if I edited this out of a previous letter or not.] Turns out this PS/MPD patient (outpatient only) swung at a TI. He got taken down hard.
Sent him up to 4D (mental ward). got sent back here, kicked and
killed a pigeon. Went AWOL. SPs are after him now... ok,
here we go.
Hasta! - 0830
1654
Well, as it turns out, we're changing buildings, and they had us maing
beds. 118 bedds. Yippee. Oh, well. Beats being
in the dorm, that's for sure. They let us talk and play
around. Fun stuff. Ran into Amber Burst - tell Elaine that
I'm taking my asthma test with Amber. We might be on the same
plane home...
I'm adapting to the 319th slowly but surely.
...
Sean