Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 13

15 November 2000
2035 hrs

Yesterday was a very long day.  They’re all very long days.  Only 29 more of them, though!  It started out rainy and gray.  DS H*** had us put on our wet-weather tops, but told us we couldn’t have the hoods up.  We got soaked quickly.  Even worse, some people had their hoods up, and when they didn’t take them off fast enough, DS H*** made us get in the front leaning rest position on the cold, muddy, wet ground.  *grrrrrrrrrowl* Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 13”

23 Days

I will arrive home from Hilton Head Tuesday late afternoon, just in time to teach 3 students.  Starting Wednesday, October 24, there will be 23 days until we leave for India.  I’m setting myself the challenge, and making it public for more accountability, of getting on the elliptical for at least 45 minutes every single one of those 23 days.  I’m also planning to do an extremely thorough house-cleaning over that time period, including those little chores like cleaning the baseboards and fan blades that don’t happen on regular cleaning days.  I also have to re-caulk the shower, which I’m dreading.  I hate caulking! Continue reading “23 Days”

Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 12

7 November 2000

It’s been a while since I’ve written – Sunday afternoon, I believe, and it’s Tuesday night now.  I’m finally starting to feel better.

Sunday I was still feeling really sick, and then in the chow line this disgusting huge fat slug of an asshole blew on the back of my neck.  I just about vomited.  His name is B***, and he makes my stomach turn just looking at him.  What the hell was he thinking, blowing on my neck?  Yuck, yuck yuck!!!  J*** was standing in front of me, and when I told him what B*** did, I had to make him promise not to start a fight with him.  Because he would have, he’s like that.  Anyway, I’m now staying as far away from B*** as possible.  Yesterday, he asked to use some of my weapon oil, and I just said, “No.”  He said, “What the fuck is your problem?” and I completely ignored him. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 12”

Have Viola, Will Travel

I’m getting ready for another trip down south for gigs.  I’ll leave tomorrow after I teach, drive halfway, and then drive the other four hours Wednesday morning to arrive well in time for my 2:00 rehearsal in Savannah.  Thursday will bring a double (that means 2 rehearsals in one day), Friday will bring a double of Hilton Head Symphony rehearsal in the afternoon and a concert in Savannah at night, Saturday will be a double in Hilton Head, and then Sunday and Monday are wonderfully light, with a concert each day.  We’re playing some fun music in Savannah (it’s a pops concert) – An American in Paris, selections from Porgy and Bess, The Magnificent Seven Suite, selections from On the Town, selections from West Side Story, some marches, selections from The Sound of Music, and a piece I’ve never played before (a true rarity!) – the Savannah River Holiday Overture. Continue reading “Have Viola, Will Travel”

Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 11

1 November 2000

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Anjali, happy birthday to me.  And many more.

It’s hot out here.  As I thought, I have very little time to write anymore.  It’s been a crazy week.  Monday morning was our 4-mile march, but I think it may have been 5 miles.  Who’s counting, though.  You just keep putting one foot down after the other.  It was freezing when we left (before the sun came up), and we were laden down like pack animals.  I still hurt, especially my feet.  Halfway there they made us put on our stupid gas masks. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 11”

Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 10

25 October 2000

This week has been insane.  We got lots of mandatory training out of the way.  On Monday, we did the Teamwork Development Course (TDC).  We were broken up by squad for 4 different obstacles.  I’m so glad my squad is full of strong guys!  Each obstacle represented a “mission”, and there were lots of rules about what we could and couldn’t do.  Everything was painted black and white, and we got a 10-second penalty if we touched any white part.  Our first obstacle involved getting over a 12-foot wall, with the bottom 5 feet painted white, then getting from the top of the wall down to a chain bridge of sorts.  It’s hard to describe.  Touching the ground gave us a 10-second penalty, also.  We had 1 wooden plank and a length of rope, and we also had to carry a 35-pound box of ammunition (fake, of course) over the wall and across the bridge.  It was very tricky, but our squad really bonded and did well. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 10”

Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 9

18 October 2000

I can’t begin to tell you how infuriating it is to be pushed beyond your physical limits.  Most people think they’re giving an exercise their all, but they’re really at a 7 or 8 level.  I’m talking about being pushed so far that you can’t help crying.  It feels horrible.  A drill sergeant from another platoon just smoked us, and it was agonizing.  It’s so frustrating when they yell at you to get off the ground and your body just refuses to respond. Continue reading “Flashback Fridays: Army Basic Training, Part 9”