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.