Wednesday, January 22, 2003

            This is the first day that I have actually had time to write.  Well that’s not entirely true the real truth is that the first day we didn’t have any time to ourselves.  The second day I was asleep, almost all day.  Like no joke we had a formation at 6 in the morning.  I went to that, then I ate at about 7 cus the line to get food on this motherfucker is close to an hour long if your timing is anything short of stellar.  Then I went to sleep.  I slept straight through till about 1300 or 1 for those of you who are too stupid to understand military time.  At which point I made what would be considered a rookie mistake by most of the senior marines.  I went to use the bathroom and did not check who was around before I got out of the rack. 

Had I bothered to properly observe my surroundings I would have noticed a gunnery sergeant, which from this point will be referred to as Gunnies or as GySgts, looking around for a working party.  Now a working party has absolutely nothing to do with a party like hip hip hooray party.  It is party in the sense of a group of people.  Kinda like a DnD party if you try to look on the bright side of things.  But it does have a lot to do with work.  Take mine for instance we had to walk the pier and pick up trash and big wooden palates and whatever else did not belong where us Marines had left them.  Sounds like a shit load of fun don’t it. 

That was all I did the first day btw which is why I did not bother to start with day one.  All it was pick up this, carry that, clean up there and make sure you don’t sit anywhere.  God forbid one of us look like he was the least bit relaxed.  At any rate late Tuesday we pulled into 10th street harbor in San Diego, which took us some odd 8 or 9 hours from Port Hunene where we started.  By the way the first one of you to correct my poor spelling of the very port I set sail from (if you happen to know better) will be the first one I don’t sent pictures.  And yes there are pictures, and in true Doc T fashion they are in truly limited supply because I despise cameras in the US, and guess what I don’t like them any better on the boat.  Go figure.  Side note, day one we loaded the soda.  It is scary to think that they believe not only can we go through that much Pepsi and Coke but it is even more frightening that they intend to restock it in 45 days.  I mean there was enough Pepsi not to fill a Minivan but to be a minivan.  Like if the pile fell over on the poor sap trying to build it, he was done, don’t call for help, search for loose change.  And there was damn near twice as much Coke.  We are talking it took some odd twenty marines an hour and a half to move all this coke less than 50 feet.  Believe me it was crazy shit.

  Second side note.  The other Lance Corporal which will be referred to in the future, (the rank not the individual) as Lcpl, Lcpl Borrego forgot a tool and had to have someone meet us in San Diego with it.  I swear that boy is God’s new favorite son cus shit just flows for him like butter.  He’s like the opposite of that one disaster law about things that can do and at the worst moment.  For him anything that can go right will go right and at any time that would be convenient for him.  Lucky SOB.  On to the present.  I woke up for a stupid formation.  Then I took a picture.  Number 1 Woooooooo!  Then I set up my computer and started to work on this because people who are so old they remember when the very first time man set sail, (I think she was the pleasure wench for the cruise, as the ship bobbed up and down so did she) demanded that I keep a journal.  Yes I am bitter that somebody demanded something of me.  I am also bitter that I am doing it.  Apparently I was not clear in the past about my being the male and all or most of you being the females which in short means I say you do not the other way around.  Oh well I think I have plenty enough insults for everybody to make this worth my while.  Remember.  From the air to the sea ain’t nobody quite as cool as me.

            Depending on how time treats me there may be more written today but let it suffice that you got something from me.

Day 3 of hell

Christopher Allan Radney