We celebrated Christmas Eve with some PT (physical training) and some squad-level training today.
After PT, I grabbed some breakfast and managed to get in a quick call home to Theresa. She said that Jacob had been asking to talk to me earlier in the day. I’m glad that he wants to talk to me. I hate being away from them.
I ordered some Christmas gifts for both of them while I was in Kuwait. I was a little bummed that she marked one of the gifts I sent as coming from Santa. I wanted him to know that it’s from me, even though I’m not there, but apparently he has said several times in the last few days, “I wish for Santa to bring me a helicopter.” We have no idea where that came from, but I guess I’m glad I sent him a helicopter.
I’m a little sad about not being home for Christmas, although we did celebrate Christmas early before I left.
Hell, I’ll still be here next Christmas, if I live that long.
From about 9:00 until 11:30 and 1:00 to 4:30, we did squad-level training. My team leaders bitched about it the whole time, but they complain about anything that isn’t their idea. I didn’t want to train either, but at least we had some fun with it. We used our housing area to conduct squad against squad M.O.U.T. (Military Operations in Urban Terrain) training.
Fraleigh and Morado got into an argument in front of the platoon. We should have smoked the shit out of them for acting like idiots in front of the men.
Tomorrow, we are supposed to be doing P.T. again, but then we will have the morning free. After lunch, according to our plan, we are supposed to do more training. I’m a little surprised we will be training on Christmas. Then again, maybe I’m not.
There is a rumor going around that 1SG Angulo is wanting to do a height/weight test sometime soon. I’ll be over the limit, I’m sure. To be completely honest, I don’t really give a shit. They’ll flag me and do all of the stupid paperwork. I’m not expecting any “favorable actions” here anyway. I’m not planning to reenlist, and I’m not going to be promoted, so it’s whatever.
In other news, we were given the wrong mailing address before we left. So, all of the mail that people have been sending to us has been going to the wrong place. That’s not surprising. Also, we have learned that they are expecting us to build a JSS (Joint Security Station) or a COP (Combat Outpost) in the next few months. That means we’ll be leaving this camp and living the field life. That’s really going to suck.
I watched Christmas Vacation with AB and SSG Miller tonight. It has been years since I’ve seen it, and I forgot how funny it was.