Unfortunately the weekend ended this morning and well the hardest part of the deployment took place (the goodbye). She drove back to DC and I continued with training. Its been just over 12 hours and I already miss her.
We are almost complete here at Fort Jackson. The only real remaining evolution the practical exercise takes place tomorrow. Wednesday consists of classroom training on the rules of warfare and cultural awareness. I can teach these classes in less than a minute. Rules of warfare is simple... survive. Cultural awareness is almost as easy; be nice to the locals unless it interferes with the rules of warfare.
Bottom line the goodbye is over, all useful information from the drill instructors will be passed out tomorrow. Its time for me to get on the fucking airplane.
Only because I promised pictures.
As always more to follow.
3 comments:
who's the guy in the picture? are you going to be living in one of those crates,you showed us pictures of last june? nick looked and said," it's a f--nin storage container"looking at the picture,makes me worry about the weapons training,unless the butt end shoots a small rocket.remember that onion with the picture of 1 troop on the cargo plane-a surge of one to afghanistan?take care and remember if you need backup, we send nick. dad
One thing about sending Nick, if he's captured...he ain't talkin'. And if he's not captured...he still ain't talkin'.
To echo bopdun, if there's anything you need just let us know and we'll get on it. I think the weapon position is perfect, though. Once you get there, fire it just like that -- if up from the ground comes a bubblin' ooze, you get transferred to Beverly Hills.
Hang tough, Ben, and thanks.
Uncle Kevin
we dunfords do the exit quietly. time to go, i'll see you ,when i get back.rule #1 remains true - get back.bopdun
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