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Thursday, June 11th, 1998


The past two days have been much more like the commercials for the Army. On Wednesday, we went to the Bayonet Assault Course where we screamed "KILL KILL KILL!" Then we responded to commands as follows:

  • Drill Sergeant: "What is the spirit of the bayonet?"
    Bravo: "KILL KILL KILL DRILL SERGEANT!"
  • Drill Sergeant: "What makes the grass grow?"
    Bravo: "BLOOD, BLOOD, BRIGHT RED BLOOD DRILL SERGEANT!"
  • Drill Sergeant: "What is the bayonet made of?"
    Bravo: "STEEL- COLD, HARD STEEL, DRILL SERGEANT!"
et cetera

Today we did map reading and compass reading in the forest. To get to our destination we rode on the cattle cars- stirred up memories. We all mocked the drill sergeants this time around. That ride was one we'll never forget.

Also yesterday, at bayonet course, we went through a bayonet obstacle course where we ran, jumped, stabbed, spat, shouted "kill!", and crawled through tunnels/under barbed wire.

Tonight, an issue has arisen with Pvt. Harvey- he was shouted at by Platoon Sgt. Westbrook tonight, and now he's determined to quit the Army. He's crazy about it- absolutely insane. He says he'll hit the drill sergeant. This is why we don't let 17 year olds join the Army.

Well, this is all for now. Write me back, send my roommate's address if you can.

Take care all,

Dan

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