I got my three page letter yesterday. After some excessing cursing about two other platoons getting them smoked and humiliated and set back to red phase (this is obviously the same day as his last phone call), he goes on to how he likes the Army and wants to be there but BCT is BS and it's a huge motivation killer when his platoon is great at almost all they do, winning competitions, etc and never ever get rewarded. The other platoons screw up and get to eat cake, pie and drink soda. He's not sounding like a happy person at this point. I'm sure it'll pass but he's sounding beaten down and tired of it all.
Then he goes on to tell me about how he just found out the schedule changed for gold phase and instead of being out in the field for 5 straight days with a 20K ruck march back in full battle rattle...they'll be out for 14 days with 2 Bradleys, 2 Humvees, and 2 Strikers. They get to live off of MRE's and have to march the three hills...Heartbreak, Misery and Agony.
I'm not sure if he's complaining or excited about that. To me it sounds like it's going to be a giant camp fest with big giant toys and weapons...every guys dream.
He also said he's still got a respiratory infection, bruised ribs and severe shin splints. He also complains that his pants don't fit since he lost 4 inches off his waist.
You know, if he ever reads this, he's gonna be annoyed at all I share. But, I'm just so freaking proud of him, and worried about him, and no one else understands this stuff by my fellow Army family members.
I'll just let him go hog-wild at a buffet, show him the blog, and then feed him half of Dairy Queen. He'll be just fine with it between the gorging and sugar rush. LOL
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