The oldest of my privates is 25, but he acts like he's 18... 21 is about the mean age of my platoon, but 16 and highschool is the maturity level of 90% of them. I've got 12 more days to try and straighten 'em out, Quivey style, before I PCS outa here... but I'm starting to not care too much any more.
We're headed out for an FTX (good old "TRADOC Infantry" as I like to call it, which simply means our authorized tactics, scenarios, and equipment are complete Bull Shit when it comes to preparing green soldiers for the real world) on monday, so my weekend is pretty much shot with taking soldiers out to get their weapons sighted in, PCI equipment checks, and last minute organization. I'm hoping for at least 2 hours tomorrow to do some shopping/sleeping. We'll see...
My dress uniform is in a car in New Jersey. I don't know if I mentioned that previously, but it is, along with most of the stuff I own (like all my civilian clothes - I have one set here, that's all). It's an odd story, but trying to get that stuff shipped back down here or back to CA is proving a nightmare. I really need my dress uniform too... yikes...
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