The Marines have landed and the situation is well in hand.
Hey all. It is I, PFC Theo. I'm writing you from sunny 29 Palms, CA located in scenic Yucca Valley. Yes, that's Yucca as in nuclear repository Yucca. We make our own fun around here.
I flew in Tuesday night, or rather Wednesday morning and we went straight into processing so no sleep was to be had. Which is fine because to escape the humidity of the Carolina swamp country was worth no small amount of discomfort. 29 Palms is gorgeous. I've lucked out and dodged the summer months with its whithering heat and have instead landed in the balmy time of year. Temps peak around 3PM at 80-85F, and it's the proverbial dry heat so life is sweet. The only downside is that moisture is sucked out of you like wet/dry vac. Hydration is still clutch.
My school picks up Tuesday, and runs for 4 months, so I'll be winging my way home by early March. I'll probably have a few weeks around X-mas off so expect a lightning Devil Dog raid at any moment.
Point of interest, I got a nasty splinter off loading a stake-bed truck that subsequently became infected. My middle finger is now mummy-wrapped and I'm flying high on Percocet and 7 days of light duty (ie no physical labor/exercise). It was pretty grisly, the Doc had to peel away my nail to drain the infection. Soo, that's how I spent the first few hours of my weekend Liberty.
Which is the Big, Bright, Shiny Thing. Up until now, training has been pretty much a round-the-clock thing. No breaks, no downtime. Well Hell-o Nurse. We now get 5-6 hours of Libo each day and both Saturday and Sunday off as well. It's almost as thou we're honest injun people with rights and freedoms and everything.
Yeah, life in the Corps at the moment is soft.
One last thing. There's a good chance I'll either have or be well on my way towards a second BS in Computer Science/Systems when this is all said and done. Cool.
I flew in Tuesday night, or rather Wednesday morning and we went straight into processing so no sleep was to be had. Which is fine because to escape the humidity of the Carolina swamp country was worth no small amount of discomfort. 29 Palms is gorgeous. I've lucked out and dodged the summer months with its whithering heat and have instead landed in the balmy time of year. Temps peak around 3PM at 80-85F, and it's the proverbial dry heat so life is sweet. The only downside is that moisture is sucked out of you like wet/dry vac. Hydration is still clutch.
My school picks up Tuesday, and runs for 4 months, so I'll be winging my way home by early March. I'll probably have a few weeks around X-mas off so expect a lightning Devil Dog raid at any moment.
Point of interest, I got a nasty splinter off loading a stake-bed truck that subsequently became infected. My middle finger is now mummy-wrapped and I'm flying high on Percocet and 7 days of light duty (ie no physical labor/exercise). It was pretty grisly, the Doc had to peel away my nail to drain the infection. Soo, that's how I spent the first few hours of my weekend Liberty.
Which is the Big, Bright, Shiny Thing. Up until now, training has been pretty much a round-the-clock thing. No breaks, no downtime. Well Hell-o Nurse. We now get 5-6 hours of Libo each day and both Saturday and Sunday off as well. It's almost as thou we're honest injun people with rights and freedoms and everything.
Yeah, life in the Corps at the moment is soft.
One last thing. There's a good chance I'll either have or be well on my way towards a second BS in Computer Science/Systems when this is all said and done. Cool.