Theme Thursday’s http://themethursday.blogspot.com/ prompt was, “Letter.” Try as I might, I couldn’t come up with a poem. My freewrite took off in a most peculiar direction.
Say, there’s something funny is going on here. Boot camp isn’t nearly as much fun as you and Uncle Paul said it would be. These people are crazy. They woke us up at 4:30 this morning using the same language that got my mouth washed out with soap when I was fourteen. Breakfast wasn’t all that great either. If things don’t straighten out soon, I’ll be wiring you for money to come home.
After breakfast, when I asked the sergeant about the sailing lessons, he laughed until he puked. The good news is, he said I’m a very special recruit, and he’s going to take very special care of me.
We were marched to the base barbershop next. The sergeant, trying to take special care of me, put me right at the front of the line. Soon as I sat in the chair, the barber asked me how I wanted my haircut. I told him, “Just a little off the top.” He asked if I wanted to keep my sideburns, when I said yes, he said, “Hold out your hand.” Dad, that guy scalped me and the sergeant didn’t do a thing to stop him. Matter of fact, the sergeant laughed until he puked again. I think there is something seriously wrong with him.
While the rest of the guys were getting their haircuts, I wandered around looking for the archery range. It’s a big base. I got lost. Some bigwig captain or something saw me walking around and offered to get me back to my unit in his fine new car. He was really nice too, but he kept giggling every time I said something—maybe it’s something in the water. Luckily, the captain knew my sergeant. He said he would recommend that the sergeant give me a little special P.T. I’m not sure what P.T. is, but I think it has to do with professional training. It’s neat, I already have two friends here at camp, and they are going to see to it I get special training. I hope this isn’t going to make the other guys jealous.
Well, I’ve got to cut this off. I’m sitting in the captain’s outer office, and I believe the sergeant is pulling up outside. I have to say, it’s been an interesting first day. I’m going to have a stern talk with the sergeant about getting us up at 4:30 though; that’s got to stop.
Oops, have to go. The sergeant’s here, and he’s laughing again.