Saturday, November 04, 2006
Letters from Bootcamp, Installment VIII (Rifle Qual)
This letter is one of my favorites. I was upbeat and excited. The training was fun. I loved firing the M16. To me, it was the best weapon in the world. My last entry was written on a Sunday late in the morning. I had just come in from washing my dirty utility uniform and skivvies. Unlike the recruits training out on the East Coast in
at South Carolina Parris Island, we didn’t have washers and dryers. WE were the washers and dryers. After three months of that, all my white underwear was hopelessly dingy and had to be tossed.
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"We were the washers and dryers." That made me smile. My middle son would sometimes complain when it's his turn to wash the dishes and he'd ask me when are we ever gonna buy a dishwasher. I'd tell him that we already have 3 dishwashers. He and his 2 brothers. :)
Niceheart, you do understand I was talking about clothes washers and driers, right? Regardless, congratulations on getting a dishwasher. My brother and sisters and I washed our own dishes from the time we tall enough to reach the kitchen sink, standing on a stepstool that is.
Came upon your blog by accident in letters to home from 1975.
Sounds like life is good for you!
Chris H. (Birch Runner)
Chris Hollerback? Is that you? Get out! How you been? A lot of people have been looking for you man! Drop me a line. firstname.lastname@example.org
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