Last night I attended the A.U.S.A. (Association for the United States Army) Concert at the gymnasium, which was actually a dance. There were about 1500 privates in attendance, with a D.J., a dance floor (mixed company), a concession stand that sold pop AND candy, and about 10 angry-looking drills standing by. It was funny watching everyone try to dance and look sexy (the females) in BDUs- plus the dance floor was REALLY crowded, REALLY hot, and REALLY nasty smelling. The majority of the time I sat in the bleachers and watched the dance, like a scene from a Woody Allen movie. It was about as military as Zsa Zsa Gabor, and about as expected (for me, at least) as armageddon.

On to other things...

Last night there was almost a fight here in the barracks over a fan that was removed from our room and placed at the end of the hall, in the first platoon area. The fan has our room number and "3rd PLT" painted on the base, but a couple of first platoon members agressively insisted the fan had been there 3 days (it had only been missing from our room since about 6 PM yesterday). There was shouting and cursing and, as I said, a near altercation. Last night we slept without the fan, which was uncomfortable, but now we have it back.

Well, gotta go now. Formation for chow, and we do love that Sunday lunch chow.