I'm trying to get the hang of this mobile xanga business. Anyway, I'm finally moving out of Texas after being here since April. Next stop, Bethesda, MD. Hopefully I can get my computer up and running over there! :) I'm sure I will love the D.C. area. I'm also super excited for the leave I get to take before I have to report. I have almost two weeks :)
Skin is beautiful, but some people don't understand that. Some people love to break their skin and see ugly, ugly blood. They're tricked into thinking that lacerations and scars are georgeous, and they have to ruin their precious skin to get them. Some day they will realize how beautiful their skin is. They will realize they have harmed a vital organ of their body and it will never be the same. When they realize that their skin is beautiful and scars are not, it's too late. They have to live with that constant reminder of what they did to their body. They will relive the shame of damaging themselves every time they see those nasty scars. It's never worth it, I promise. Your skin is beautiful... Keep it that way.
Well one part of my adventure is complete. I graduated from combat medic school on Friday. Now my next target is M6 or LPN school. Eight more weeks here in San Antonio, then finishing strong at Walter Reed near D.C.
I just got Xanga for iPhone so this should be cool. I don't know how much time I'll have when I start training again on Monday though.
Well I'm in the USO in the San Antonio airport right now, waiting for my bus to take me to Advanced Individual Training. I'm officially an American soldier now, having successfully completed Basic Combat Training. Honestly, I was terrified when I first got there. But looking back, it was the best time of my life.
To make things short and sweet, let me just touch on some of the things I've done....
Repelled down a 60ft tower
Been exposed to CS gas without my pro-mask
Tackled numerous obstacle courses
Learned to operate and qualified with my M16A2
Threw live fragmentation hand grenades (the kind that kill personnel and produce casualties)
Learned to use and got to fire the M240B machine gun, the M249 Squad Automatic Weapon, and the M203 grenade launcher.
Marched on numerous foot marches, the longest being 16km or 10mi.
Low crawled about 100 meters through gravel and over cement, under barbed wire and gun fire.
Drank from a grog in my rite of passage ceremony. It consisted of non alcoholic beer and wine, apple cider, red bull, coffee, and V8 juice ("hobo vomit"), tuna fish, waffles, rice, sand, a dirty sock, and a dirty firing pin from an M16.
When I left, it was like leaving home all over again. First platoon, the Punishers, had become like my family. It was so hard leaving them behind, but a few have the same job training as me and I will see them again. I know I'll make new friends in AIT but for now..... it sucks. :P I'm both excited and nervous. I don't quite know what to expect. But if I can, I'll get back on more often.
So.... what have ya'll been doing the past ten weeks? Or what else do you want to know about my training experience?
To start, I have never met my biological father. And I do not care to. There has been one man in my life as long as I can remember who has been a father to me. He married my mom when I was maybe seven years old, but I can't remember life before him. It's been about a year now that he and my mother have been divorced, but in all honesty, I am closer to him than her. I live with my father (although my mother doesn't know that) and I think he's all that and a big of chips.
We've never had a lot of money to work with, but I've always had what I need. I know that my father would give up anything for me and the rest of his kids. He would give me the shirt off his back (even though it would be too big for me ) or anything else to help me out. He tries to give me everything in the world. He always helps teach me new things and he's always hard at work around the house or helping someone else.
Today I treated him to lunch at Mom and Pop's, a local old-style diner. I also made shepherd's pie for supper on his request. I gave him a card that I drew by hand and I also bought him a new spoon rest at a craft fair. I even washed the dinner dishes without being asked
I love my dad. To all of you other daddies out there, happy father's day. Just know that you're not as awesome as my dad.