Pansyiana: September 2005 Archives

I am finally here...It is nothing like you think it is...The drill instructors are inhuman, and you're like always on the move...It is real tough here because you wake up at three in the morning by Drill instructors yelling in your face and forcing you to yell at then top of your lungs and do drills. Don't worry though, I will make it.

They don't like people being nice here at all, if you are nice, then you get punished.

I am so exhausted and hungry. I had no lunch today because I didn't say "Good Morning" to the Drill Instructor. I didn't finish my dinner because the Drill Instructor said I didn't put my feet at a 45 degree angle, but I will make it as a MARINE!"

Sigh...

Today I went out to lunch with my father. Just me and my Dad and no kids. We went to the Voorheesville Diner, which was my youngest brother's place of employment, oh, for the past three years I think. He worked there as a dishwasher right until last week, when he left for basic training. His intention was to get experience for college because he hopes to attend the Culinary Institute someday.
I ordered the chicken parmesan sandwich thinking "I will take some home for later," which I never did-it was too good and I ate it all like s piggy.

Anyway, the people who work asked how my brother is doing and how much they miss him (we have not heard from him yet). His old boss said "I don't know how the Marines can possibly make a better person out of Thomas." What a nice thing to say. I wish he could read this.