It has been a while since I posted an update about Mark. I received my second phone call from Mark on Day 28. While our conversation was very brief, he sounded good and assured me he is plugging along through Phase II. He also told me that I should get another call in two weeks (Friday, 3/2).
Here are some Phase II letter excerpts:
February 7th - Letter #5
"We're in class from 0500 to 2000, taking breaks for meals of course. We have a test every couple days, 8 total in this phase, along with our PT test, a 7-mile ruck, and 10-mile ruck....
Running everywhere in our battle rattle with boots makes it feel like you're floating on air in PTs....
My life is mostly spent in the classroom now. On the plus side the instructors are great and they keep us engaged and (mostly) awake. Some of the material is a little dry, but it will pick up...infantry tactics coming up soon."
February 10th - Letter #6
"Our instructors (not TACs, these are teachers) have been fantastic so far. The tests are not very difficult -- 20 questions, multiple choice. Being a LT is a lot of paperwork, so they are teaching us all the systems we need to know....
We had a bad day with the TACs on Wednesday, so our instructors bought a bag of mini Milky Ways and gave us each one. They are definitely the "good cops". Little things are all you have here. It's not like Basic -- you can never really relax at all, except in class -- I love being in class.
Another good thing happened today (we'll see how long it lasts). Every hour in class we have to run outside for a TAC break, where we take accountability and give the TACs a chance to drop us for something. Today at one of our breaks, no TACs came out. That means they trust us enough to do our own accountability and do a quick study break before we head back in. Pretty cool. I'm sure we'll screw it up somehow...
Smellies go kudos from my TACs (weird, but kinda funny), so don't be shy. Tell everybody to get to writing! I can't express how hard it is to find stuff to really look forward to....
I'll leave you with some quotes from one of the head TACs. He is a Ranger with two combat jumps, one of the most imposing people I've ever laid eyes on, but he encourages everybody a lot. He says some hilarious stuff...like,
- "Get up, candidates. We have oceans to swim, skies to fall out of, and people to kill."
- "Do not sneak up on me, candidate. I will catch you in your dreams and snap your neck."
- "You are not ready to kill a great white shark with your bare hands. But soon, you will be."
Phone calls are going to be stingy for at least another couple of weeks. We've submitted some memos up the chain of command, but its a hassle for them to set-up phones (there's no payphones, a TAC has to sit us down 10 at a time for 10 minutes). Hopefully we act right and get access to cell phones sometime soon!"
February 11th -- Letter #7
"The company commander gave everyone in the company fire guard last night. Lights out at 2300, up at 0100 - 0130 for fire guard, back to bed, then up at 0300 for the day. Sucktacular....
Got your letter yesterday about playing outside, walking the dog, etc. Cost me 50 pushups, but I had help! Keep'em coming!...
February 15th -- Letter #8
"I scrounged some Tylenol from the medics...it took care of the muscle pain in my chest....
Sunday didn't go so well. As usual after PT, we were given 20 minutes to shower, change, and be back downstairs. There are only 7 showers, so half of us just change clothes and go. Somehow the TACs found out, so 20 of us got negative spot reports for not obeying an order. The other 3 platoons didn't own up to not taking showers, losers. You know if half of our platoon didn't take one, half of theirs didn't either.
Yesterday was our first command inspection. The senior TAC came through our barracks to inspect our lockers & equipment. The TACs that came in before us couldn't find much to complain about -- they even said things looked pretty good. The day before two other plattons had their inspection and it set a bad tone for the rest of the day. We didn't come out unscathed, but the things we got dinged on super-tiny. Dirt in a canteen cup earned us 15 minutes of holding them, full of water, straight-armed.
We did sprints up Tank Hill, this awful 15% grade hill on our running course. The TACs let us go straight to chow after and then bussed us back b/c it got so cold...
One more piece of good news -- I got my "go" in a leadership position as Platoon Guide. That is a requirement to get to Phase III, so I am really happy about that. The TAC that assessed me told me he thought I was prior service, so I guess that means I'm doing something right.
Tomorrow we have a 7-mile ruck march. What makes it bearable is that the last 2.5 miles is around Talledega Motor Speedway. Shake & bake!
February 17th -- Letter #9
"We had our 7-mile ruck march to Talledega, which went well. Everyone in the company made it, even this one girl who's 4'8. Walking the track was interesting. The bank going in to the turns is a 60 degrees. You can almost touch the track by putting your arm straight out from the apron. Somebody put in a memo for Gatorade at the end, so we got the Army version.
The first of three strange, but good things happened that night. For one, the Major let us have cake in the DFAC -- unheard of! The downside was we had to PT to earn it -- 45 sit-ups, 11 pull-ups, and 36 push-ups. Normally before meals we do -- 20-5-15. Then , the major gave us a compliment before our viewing of Band of Brothers. THEN, our TACs let us eat all the contraband we had collected over the last two weeks! AMAZING! Had cookies and a snickers.....
So they switched up the platoons again today. So far, so good. I got squad leader again, but I'm not getting rated. The squad seems pretty good so far. They came together a little bit easier every time.
For whatever reason lately I've been thinking about what I want to eat when I get out of here. In no particular order: your home-made sugar cookies rolled in coarse sugar with your home-made buttercream, no-bake cookies, a protein shake with peanut butter, a hamburger off our grill, and strangely, asparagus. We don't get many green veggies here...but there are two kinds of gravy at most meals!
I can't wait to get a cuddles request from Jman and play Worms with Aubs. Funny thing about your Bon Jovi reference -- one of the platoons used "Oooh, we're halfway there" as their platoon motto the other day. We used "Carry on my wayward son." Sometimes, this place is almost fun.
To get from our formation to chow we have to cross over a couple of small bridges. Every once in a while, our Sgt will put a rock or tape or something on the bridge and act like it is an IED -- the challenge is to spot it b/c the TACs are usually yelling at you to hurry and it is a little chaotic. From now on we are going to send a recon element forward to inspect the bridge...."
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Whew! Glad I am finally caught up!





























