Boot Camp!

Hey y'all. I decided that it would be fun to amuse and entertain your dreary, grey-shrouded civilian lives with a bright ray of what happens to you when you first get on that bus to join the world's most powerful Navy, Hoo-yah! Well, first off, I guess I should go into hoo-yah. Some say that the Navy says hoo-rah, but I think that that belongs to the Marines, which, granted, are part of the Navy, though they hate to hear it. Marines: Hoo-rah Navy: Hoo-yah Army: Hooah Air Force: MAYDAY Coat Gaurd: Jeez, I wish we were in the NAvy. Well, anyways, once I stept off that bus, the fun began. The Petty Officers and Chiefs began to eye us, and there were about 70 of the scary bastards. It was quite intimidating. Then we were procceded to be herded around like cattle as we were formed into prospective divisions and assigned to RDC's, those lucky POs and Chiefs that were placed in charge of us. Then we were thrown into rooms, stripped of our civilian clothes and gear and pushed into the smurfs (sweats) that had Navy stamped across the front and back. We were branded now for life, no longer would our lifes be the same.
After about 17 hours (no lie) of paperwork, getting yelled at, peeing in cups, standing at attention and otherwise fun military things, we were finally allowed to march to chow. While going through this indoc, we were also introduced into this new vocab that only the Navy uses. Walls are bulkheads, floors are decks, ceilings are overheads, bathrooms are heads, waterfountains are scuttlebutts and all kinds of other good stuff. Anyways, we were marched off to chow (which is any meal) in the galley (kitchen). We ate are military meals and procedded to learn how to march in step, which did not happen for a good long time.
Thereafter a whirlwind of activity came upon us and the days flew by in relative quickness for about 7 weeks. I learned how to fold my underwear into tiny little squares, how to iron military creases into just abouy anything, how to march like a God (I am very good at marching. When I get the time I'll try to illustrate all that we could do. And I carried a flag, so it was even harder but so much COOLER!), make my bed very sharply, how to hygiene (shower) in two minutes, share my room with 78 other men, get 10 shots (one in the ass, hehe. It hurt), to do excercises up the wazoo, run 2 miles in under 12 minutes, how to crave letters like I lived off them, how to miss the friends and family back home so much it hurt and to take that pain and use it as the motivation I needed to carry on (thank you to those who gave me the dear memories that allowed me to pass through it easily. I bow to you, whom I named earlier, but will say again in emphasis. Cameron, Erin, Jen, Tristen and my Family, yes, even you too Kait. I thank all of you, like I said before, but the memories and songs these people gave me just had that certain thing I needed.) Then, about the 7th week, I learned how to be Captain Masted with the rest of my division. Ask me personally if you want to know about it, I don't desire to put it on LJ. And if I don't tell you, don't feel bad, it was a terrible expierence and I will only tell those closest to me, and it's kinda hard to be one of those select few.
Anyways, I graduated and now I am here, in A School. That was Boot Camp made clear and pristine, without all the mud and grime I had to crawl through. It was fun, and if you want more detail, ask me. That is something I will tell anyone because it was that much fun, even if it did hurt A LOT! Well, I'm off now. Sleep well and may thoughts of me fill your heads, for remember, I am thinking of you all the time. Yeah, you. YOU! You know who you are. YOU! I call you all the time, don't I? YOU.