Boot Camp Day #3 - 08JAN2011
Since It's been requested, a post-dated entry from my journal while in Basic Training:So. I'm in the Navy. At Least... I'm a recruit. Believe you me, you sure do get treated like you're the lowest end of the totem pole. Right now it seems like I'm the Gomer Pile of the Division. The upsetting thing is that the harder I try, the worse things get.
Day 1 started early with me heading from the hotel to M.E.P.S. the Military Enlistment Processing Station. That was a bunch of hurry up and wait. Noon I swore in and after waiting around a while went to BWI to catch my flight to ORD (Chicago).
I made friends with some of the folks who shipped out with me. Two of them are actually in my Division, Franchy and Elias. This is supposed to be a special division, but haven't seen how yet, at least not in training.
**Note: At this point I'm still in P-days (processing days). I have yet to actually experiance training and find out how lucky I was to be part of a 900 division.Once in Chicago we got to the Navy Liason office then went to the airport food court for some food. Once we got back it was Game On! We learned our first Lesson:
Anyone in khaki pants (chiefs) was god and any one in black pants (petty officers) were their prophets.
The longest day of my life was only just beginning. Every scrap of food had to be dumped from my pockets.
**Note: Now that I'm here in Sub school, and always have snacks on me I realize how big of a deal that was.... All I could keep was some water. Then, once i got to the base I had to dump even that. This was followed by a piss test. Then a height and weight check. Then more waiting. Then we were brought into another room where we grabbed a bunch of items. Were then made to strip NAKED! We put on our Navy PT gear; yellow t-shirts, swimshorts, sweats, sneakers. That's everything I've been wearing the past two days.
After getting my new gear and throwing away my old clothes (I didn't want to pay to mail anything home) the rest of the night was sitting in a chair and studyind Navy Rank, Chain of Command, General Orders, Sailor's Creed, and RTC Maxim. I'm still working on those. Still, I had to do nothing but study and soon I'd been up for 30+ hours. It wasn't till the Thursday night that I got to sleep. In the meantime I'm "studying". I can't call asleep though. The moment I do Petty Officers are in your face. By far the worst day of my life. It's a good thing I took as many naps on the way to Basic as I could. On the whole, a person could be up for 40 hours starting from the time you wake up from the hotel.
Some of the reprts about Boot are exaggerated. You're not in an assembly line but to cock in the showers. Though you do shower in a gang shower with a bunch of guys so... it's maybe cheek to cock?
Ya so that was my first entry I got to write once I was alone. I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be asleep in my Rack. Does this put me on the same level as that Wikileaks guy? As always SN:k5h4w. You guessed it. Get burned to a Krisp and you're a doughnut.
Day 1 started early with me heading from the hotel to M.E.P.S. the Military Enlistment Processing Station. That was a bunch of hurry up and wait. Noon I swore in and after waiting around a while went to BWI to catch my flight to ORD (Chicago).
I made friends with some of the folks who shipped out with me. Two of them are actually in my Division, Franchy and Elias. This is supposed to be a special division, but haven't seen how yet, at least not in training.
**Note: At this point I'm still in P-days (processing days). I have yet to actually experiance training and find out how lucky I was to be part of a 900 division.Once in Chicago we got to the Navy Liason office then went to the airport food court for some food. Once we got back it was Game On! We learned our first Lesson:
Anyone in khaki pants (chiefs) was god and any one in black pants (petty officers) were their prophets.
The longest day of my life was only just beginning. Every scrap of food had to be dumped from my pockets.
**Note: Now that I'm here in Sub school, and always have snacks on me I realize how big of a deal that was.... All I could keep was some water. Then, once i got to the base I had to dump even that. This was followed by a piss test. Then a height and weight check. Then more waiting. Then we were brought into another room where we grabbed a bunch of items. Were then made to strip NAKED! We put on our Navy PT gear; yellow t-shirts, swimshorts, sweats, sneakers. That's everything I've been wearing the past two days.
After getting my new gear and throwing away my old clothes (I didn't want to pay to mail anything home) the rest of the night was sitting in a chair and studyind Navy Rank, Chain of Command, General Orders, Sailor's Creed, and RTC Maxim. I'm still working on those. Still, I had to do nothing but study and soon I'd been up for 30+ hours. It wasn't till the Thursday night that I got to sleep. In the meantime I'm "studying". I can't call asleep though. The moment I do Petty Officers are in your face. By far the worst day of my life. It's a good thing I took as many naps on the way to Basic as I could. On the whole, a person could be up for 40 hours starting from the time you wake up from the hotel.
Some of the reprts about Boot are exaggerated. You're not in an assembly line but to cock in the showers. Though you do shower in a gang shower with a bunch of guys so... it's maybe cheek to cock?
Ya so that was my first entry I got to write once I was alone. I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be asleep in my Rack. Does this put me on the same level as that Wikileaks guy? As always SN:k5h4w. You guessed it. Get burned to a Krisp and you're a doughnut.