Nate's Letter #4 (1/17/04) Day 10
Yo, to the bretheren,
life is so abnormal. some days the routine is so predictable, others not. there is a constant shift between total boredom and total excitement -- with rarely in betweens. i get odd chances to write, and odd chances to send out letters. may get to send this one today. still haven;t heard back from anyone. i had a 3 minute phone call a week ago and got to talk to my mom.
tomorrow is sunday, which means something. i am counting days, but when sunday comes around, i';; know that's another week conquered. it's the only day when we actually have very little going on. no classes, just basically bay maintenance -- and church.
the services are stale... there's not that real spiritual kick that is present in the churches in greensboro. but i go anyway. making some kind of mark on the kids in here too. befriended this guy, justin mcculchen, who lived most of his life as a MK in brazil. he has a hot brazillian girlfriend. mad props to that! told him about all the kids i knew who grew up in similar environments. his dad was a marine and later became a missionary. so i guess there's still a chance of redemption for me...
eveyrone here misses home, and we've had every reason to, i suppose. glad i'm not alone. a lot of these guys gave up girlfriends, good jobs, and more to come and serve their country. we're all just waiting to see where it goes. meal times are the one time of the day i always look forward to. we only get 5 minutes to eat, but somehow i'm eating more than i have in my life - only 3 meals too, as opposed to my traditional 5. breakfast was great this morning, as usual. the food quality is light years beyond the Caf, which quells the horror stories i had heard. i mentioned how impressed i was with the food the other day when the battalion commander, Lt Col Freehill, came and chatted with our table.
today we get our rifles. the next few weekes will be spent cleaning and maintaining them. and eventually getting to shoot and qualify as marksman. sometime down the road in training we are going on a week long out door adventure -- a campout, i'd like to think :-) oh yeah! finally got my stylish military glasses. everyone says i look like woody allen with them on, Psssh, whatever...
dang ya'll, i hope everything's awesome in greensboro. i either think or dream of home about every night. our first sergeant is playing games with our heads saying we might get leave after infantry school, and we might not. as long as i can stay in the game and not go crazy, things will be fine. i can imagine that john's planning a return guest appearance, mikey's playing lots of battlefield AND awesome guitar, and zoe's cooking delicious meals, and connie's acting insane, and laur'as making out with much older dudes... or not. and shannon's going back to finland, and danny's eating some chik fil a, and christie ray is watching jon play a racing "simulator" and julie is giving menacing glances, and daniel started buying easter decorations... and all is right with the world. that's what i can imagine. i hope it's happening.
love,
nate
ps. start putting the word "smarmy" into your regular vocabulary.
oh yes, and if you do write back, include that roster number (336, easy to remember, eh?) at the top of the "To:" address so that it gets here fast and i have a chance of actually getting to read it -- AND SEND PICTURES! BUT NO CARE PACKAGES! can't touch em', they'll just chuck anything other than letters and photos.
Yo, to the bretheren,
life is so abnormal. some days the routine is so predictable, others not. there is a constant shift between total boredom and total excitement -- with rarely in betweens. i get odd chances to write, and odd chances to send out letters. may get to send this one today. still haven;t heard back from anyone. i had a 3 minute phone call a week ago and got to talk to my mom.
tomorrow is sunday, which means something. i am counting days, but when sunday comes around, i';; know that's another week conquered. it's the only day when we actually have very little going on. no classes, just basically bay maintenance -- and church.
the services are stale... there's not that real spiritual kick that is present in the churches in greensboro. but i go anyway. making some kind of mark on the kids in here too. befriended this guy, justin mcculchen, who lived most of his life as a MK in brazil. he has a hot brazillian girlfriend. mad props to that! told him about all the kids i knew who grew up in similar environments. his dad was a marine and later became a missionary. so i guess there's still a chance of redemption for me...
eveyrone here misses home, and we've had every reason to, i suppose. glad i'm not alone. a lot of these guys gave up girlfriends, good jobs, and more to come and serve their country. we're all just waiting to see where it goes. meal times are the one time of the day i always look forward to. we only get 5 minutes to eat, but somehow i'm eating more than i have in my life - only 3 meals too, as opposed to my traditional 5. breakfast was great this morning, as usual. the food quality is light years beyond the Caf, which quells the horror stories i had heard. i mentioned how impressed i was with the food the other day when the battalion commander, Lt Col Freehill, came and chatted with our table.
today we get our rifles. the next few weekes will be spent cleaning and maintaining them. and eventually getting to shoot and qualify as marksman. sometime down the road in training we are going on a week long out door adventure -- a campout, i'd like to think :-) oh yeah! finally got my stylish military glasses. everyone says i look like woody allen with them on, Psssh, whatever...
dang ya'll, i hope everything's awesome in greensboro. i either think or dream of home about every night. our first sergeant is playing games with our heads saying we might get leave after infantry school, and we might not. as long as i can stay in the game and not go crazy, things will be fine. i can imagine that john's planning a return guest appearance, mikey's playing lots of battlefield AND awesome guitar, and zoe's cooking delicious meals, and connie's acting insane, and laur'as making out with much older dudes... or not. and shannon's going back to finland, and danny's eating some chik fil a, and christie ray is watching jon play a racing "simulator" and julie is giving menacing glances, and daniel started buying easter decorations... and all is right with the world. that's what i can imagine. i hope it's happening.
love,
nate
ps. start putting the word "smarmy" into your regular vocabulary.
oh yes, and if you do write back, include that roster number (336, easy to remember, eh?) at the top of the "To:" address so that it gets here fast and i have a chance of actually getting to read it -- AND SEND PICTURES! BUT NO CARE PACKAGES! can't touch em', they'll just chuck anything other than letters and photos.
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