Indeed Jess,
we have heard from dear John.
Mikey got a letter just this last weekend. And since Mikey is unmotivated (very asleep) at the moment, and I am sitting at his computer, I will do the pleasure of transcribing John's very first letter to Greensboro. As follows:
THE SPECIALIST JOHN GREGORY SAGA PART ONE
What up hoss?
For some magical reason the 1st Sergeant has granted us time to write. So I write. This letter will probably take a few days to complete, so if I veer off topic into random thought land, forgive me.
It's week two here at Relaxin Jackson. We do many things. We stand at attention. We eat food. We do pushups. We'll be issued our weapons tomorrow I think, and then I'll truly be a man. Yesterday was interesting, I pulled a muscle in my knee and did PT in an anthill. See, ants in South Carolina are just like normal NC or VA ants, except they work in unison to kill you if you perform pushups on their nest.
There are a lot of hispanics here.
Everyone in my room is catching some mysterious disease, me included. They feed me well, and my digestive system is angry at me. Reception Battalion (ask Nate about it) made me fat. At Reception we had a West African Sergeant named Sgt Aidoo. We were in constant fear of him crossing the might river at night to stab us with his ritual knife.
Well when interesting things happen I'll write again. Till then here's my address
SPC Gregory, John
Company E, 2-39th Strike Force #2
2340 Magruder Ave
Fort Jackson, SC 29207
Tell the ladies I need correspondence and love.
Word up to Laura and the CoLUMbian
and the DOO
and Nate, Lord of the Skies,
and Fissel, Bran Fiber Duke
That was from John. Ya'll keep it real and write to him, knowing I surely won't, cause nobody wrote to me in basic. I mean...if nobody is John Gregory. Jerk.
Nate
we have heard from dear John.
Mikey got a letter just this last weekend. And since Mikey is unmotivated (very asleep) at the moment, and I am sitting at his computer, I will do the pleasure of transcribing John's very first letter to Greensboro. As follows:
THE SPECIALIST JOHN GREGORY SAGA PART ONE
What up hoss?
For some magical reason the 1st Sergeant has granted us time to write. So I write. This letter will probably take a few days to complete, so if I veer off topic into random thought land, forgive me.
It's week two here at Relaxin Jackson. We do many things. We stand at attention. We eat food. We do pushups. We'll be issued our weapons tomorrow I think, and then I'll truly be a man. Yesterday was interesting, I pulled a muscle in my knee and did PT in an anthill. See, ants in South Carolina are just like normal NC or VA ants, except they work in unison to kill you if you perform pushups on their nest.
There are a lot of hispanics here.
Everyone in my room is catching some mysterious disease, me included. They feed me well, and my digestive system is angry at me. Reception Battalion (ask Nate about it) made me fat. At Reception we had a West African Sergeant named Sgt Aidoo. We were in constant fear of him crossing the might river at night to stab us with his ritual knife.
Well when interesting things happen I'll write again. Till then here's my address
SPC Gregory, John
Company E, 2-39th Strike Force #2
2340 Magruder Ave
Fort Jackson, SC 29207
Tell the ladies I need correspondence and love.
Word up to Laura and the CoLUMbian
and the DOO
and Nate, Lord of the Skies,
and Fissel, Bran Fiber Duke
That was from John. Ya'll keep it real and write to him, knowing I surely won't, cause nobody wrote to me in basic. I mean...if nobody is John Gregory. Jerk.
Nate
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