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Week 02
"Red Phase Continues"


Turbo boring classes in the morning. On our very first day of red phase, they told us we'd spend a lot of time in the classroom. I didn't realize how much though, but Wed & Thursday we'd spend 12 hours learning about first aid.

From 0800-1200, we learned about shock, CPR, hemlich maneuver, evaluating casualties, and some other things. Once again, so many guys were falling asleep. We only did this with one other platoon though, o we had enough room to "practice" on each other.

The afternoon we learned how to put on field dressings, pressure dressings, and tourniquets. This was more interesting a maybe even a little fun even. I didn't really know there were such "right or wrong" ways to bandage people up. We learned about splints, open head wounds, sucking chest wounds, etc. It was strange to think about using what we learned today and thinking about how we might actually use it for real, or someone use it on us. Sometimes its too easy to distance yourself from that.

At lunch, I was chatting quietly with a guy to my left. We were supposed to be in formation and silent though, but I wasn't the only one talking. Anyhow, this guy in the same rank as me left to go bitch at people. While he was gone, I was commenting how stupid it was that when one-two people talk in formation, then about 20 say "Shhhhhh," "shut your mouth," etc, etc. Just moronic. Now, this guy who left talks some and bitches a lot. When he came back, he caught the tail end of my comments, and started to add his own comments to me. I told him I didn't want to hear his hypocritical input on it, and to turn around. He stared at me for 2 secs or so, and started to talk again, but I once again told him his opinion meant nothing, and to turn around. 5 seconds later he's staring at me again, trying to intimidate me or something. I don't have any fear in situations like that, and I remain pretty level headed and calm about it. So I told him it was a good idea to punch me. That he would do the entire platoon a favor because he would inevitably be kicked out. I think he was pretty close, or wanted to make it seem like he was, because other guys grabbed him and turned him around. I wanted him to hit me though, the guy is an idiot and things would be better without him. After we marched back, this other guy came up to me and told me to "leave ... alone." I told him to worry about his own problems and to find friends that are strong enough to fend for themselves. Then, I found the original guy and was going to make fun of him for trying to get reinforcements or something, but we had class.

After class I realized it was all stupid. That I was probably just tired and in a bad mood from classes, so I found the guy to apologize for what happened. I didn't really mean it though, but I really can't live so close to someone I can't get along with for 7.5 more weeks yet. It'll be better just to fake it. As for that guy's "boss," he'll be gone in less than two weeks I bet. There are 3 "for sure" patriot candidates, and at least 5 that are on the bubble. Our platoon will be so much better with these dinks gone. I'm sure a lot of the guys who act tough to the DS's when the "boss" is around will prove very weak when he gets booted.

The new DS is really hard on us. Worse than the other three we've had, plus he does a terrible job of motivating us. He always smokes us using the wrong muscle groups too, so no one can exert any effort.

Some guys were as late as a minute this morning for breakfast formation. So we do pushups. Then, two morons forget the drink cord (how the DS's monitor our canteen water intake), meaning more push-ups. By this point DS Carter joins, and bitches that the barracks are dirty. At least we get to use a muscle group that works when he smokes us for that. We march to chow, and the DS Olsen (new DS) starts bitching out of nowhere. What a shitty platoon we are and all. He tells us we have to look at our boots. For half the day we march, stand in formation, move in line with our heads down. Seriously, that was about the least motivating thing ever. No point to that for the minimal mistakes we made. He always blows things out of proportion, and we are never as bad as the other platoons (4th platoon has their phase banner taped up, signifying they are a week behind now). So us, the Mad dawgs, we're so afraid of getting our flag taped up, just because this moron DS, the weekend warrior on his two week a year power trip, wants to show his superiority over us.

4 people refused to lower their heads, so they had to speak with a senior DS about a possible Article 134 for failure to follow orders, but it was dropped. I was pissed though. Absolutely no reason for us to hang our heads like that when we make by far the least mistakes.

I hate fire duty at night. I slept for 1.5 hours, then I'm woken up for an hour and a half of journal writing, then, back to sleep for three more hours. It'll be mad difficult to stay awake for the last of the first aid classes tomorrow am. I'm on duty with an acne faced 18 year old guy from PA name Kritzer (Cry-it-zer). He can't stop coughing, right into my ear. Some things are just really trying my patience.

Everything is really dumbed down in the Army. For good reason, too. Most people here are very slow learners. A few people ask tons of dumb questions that the person next to them could answer, but for some reason they only will ask the DS, pissing him off. Most people are too stubborn to listen to anyone or anything. They always want to be right and always want to be in control. It's all so stupid. Then, our platoon has these idiots. One guy, outspoken 24 year old ex-drug dealer from Virginia Beach. Won't listen to anyone, including the Drill Sergeants. He's gotten us into so much trouble, yet refuses to admit it because he doesn't think he's been caught much. He's loud and obnoxious. There are a lot of weak people here that latch onto him as well. He is a for sure goner for Patriot though, and hopefully his cronies will prove what mindless idiots they are in the weeks after he leaves.

Another guy, who's spent a lot of time in jail, 19 years old, 5 ft tall but stacked. Almost completely bald but hides it with a clean shaven head. This guy is pure moron. Has to be one of the least intelligent folk I've ever met. He has serious discipline issues. Will do anything the above guy tells him to. He can't survive on his own though, he needs to attach himself to someone strong, then he threatens everyone else. He's a real problem to the platoon and should not be here.

So that's that. There are just lists and lists of shit that is wrong with our platoon, so it remains to be seen what happens.


My group ran 2.5 miles this morning, at a pace that will pass my PT test, so even if all that I do is maintain my current fitness level, I'll be able to pass the test. That's a relief for sure. I'm surprised at how "in shape" I am. I'm starting to not feel as good though. The bananas at chow almost always suck, but I still try to eat them. That could be why I'm so sore. My knees ache, my shoulders kill. My stomach hurts so bad, and I can barely push myself out of bed in the am.

After b-fast we learned the last of the first aid. It's amazing how many people fall asleep. And then the groups that nod in and out. Neither of those two types are paying attention to anything, and are really proving themselves not to be dependable. At least the ones that fall out regularly. Dolliver (my battle buddy) went to stand at the side to stay awake. However, Nitz and I almost saw him fall asleep while standing. He was seriously leaning all over the place and could barely hold his head up. He didn't get caught though.

Yesterday afternoon we broke our platoon into a 32 member D&C group. Every platoon did it, then we practiced some new march maneuvers in six ranks. I found out that I am one of the tallest people in our entire battery (265 soldiers). Strange, because I'm not that tall. There are no more than 50 people taller. We have a pretty short platoon.

We got another 85 minutes "in the bank" during chow. 5 minutes were added for everyone that got dessert or ice cream. I never get that crap, but a lot of us do. We were told that we could get that stuff but our DS suggests "highly against." "Whatever the Army puts into our body, it will take out." That's what another DS said. We already had 45 minutes of exercise because two guys got cheeseburgers. I really don't think the regular food is that much better for you though.

Pretty boring day though, a lot of studying for our test coming up.


NO PT THIS MORNING! Not really a big deal. We had to do tons of pushups last night, so missing MSE is probably for the best. Half of the battery did have PT, but the rest of us had other things to do.

First, we stood around for an hour at "attention" then, we got issued M-16's. Just for a little while though. First time I ever held an M-16, and I've touched a lot of guns. Cool gun, seems pretty simplistic.

We had to march in a retirement ceremony. So we put on our nice pressed BDV's, and go on some buses. Only 30 from each platoon, so 120 altogether. There were a ton of other batteries together there, totally formal and all. However, this was insanely horrible. We went through everything, and I was hurting. We all were, our feet, our ankles, trying to remain perfectly still, when we find out that it was only a dress rehearsal.

So we go through the same shit all over again. You know, it's way worse now because we hurt twice as bad, and it was twice as long. All of us batteries were way out in the middle of nowhere, so we couldn't hear much, then we march in front of the 13 retiring First Sergeants. If we didn't get so sore, it might have been interesting. And we didn't get smoked when we got back, actually, we barely got smoked the entire week.

Afternoon was spent in a mildly interesting class on a few of the benefits of being military. However, after that was "managing personal finance," that was turbo boring. A complete breakdown of our paystub, then how to balance a checkbook. However, we spent only 2 hours, with three 10 minute breaks, and people still managed to fall asleep.

Things are heating up with our resident "00" (a guy who can't do one pushup, can barely run, can't march, is 6'6" tall, etc.) Some people try to fight with him, he constantly gets picked on. It's all pretty disgusting. He gets the whole platoon smoked constantly, which really angers most everyone. Plus, he just doesn't seem to care, or has no capability to learn anything new. He's gotten into 3 mild fights, one that I had to break up (My sock got unrolled in the process, and I wasn't happy). He actually was part of a firefighter unit in his hometown. (The DS rips on him constantly for being weak and a firefighter). But seriously, not one single pushup, it's hard to believe, he's not fat or anything, just tall and uncoordinated.


Pointless day today. We didn't get into run groups this morning, instead doing 1 80 yard sprint, 1 40 yard sprint, then a "foot fire"/sprint (100 yard) and a wheelbarrow sprint/fireman carry sprint. Way, way too easy.

Breakfast - terrific as usual. Sometimes, while eating breakfast, I'm actually happy to be at basic training. It's not like the food is cooked great or anything, it is always just perfect though.

After that was a meeting about the Army value "Duty." That consisted of a 15 minute video, in which 4th platoon "Rough Riders" came over to join us. They got smoked within 5 minutes of being here. That platoon has problems.

Our two worst people got transferred to a new platoon as well. That was great. This is their second chance, and if they fail there, then they go to Patriot. As long as they don't bring us down anymore. Since we now have a few beds open, we got one of the other platoon's problems. This guy has a messed up wrist and arm. Wrist is in a cast and arm in a sling. So our guy "Tex" asked what was wrong with the arms. The guy said "What's wrong with your face?" A fight almost broke out, and the guy (black) claimed that Tex made some racial slurs (not true). So that guy's second chance was blown right away. Off to Patriot. Moron...

After Lunch we went to the PX, most people just needed cash, but most haven't got paid yet. Apparently it takes a month to process the paperwork, so we should be getting money friday. Not that we need money for anything here.

However, we were told that on Aug. 9th, we would be able to go to the Lawton Rodeo...off base. Unbelievable. We get off base with no babysitter for 4 hours on a Saturday night. We just had to pay 10 dollars each. Small price to pay in my opinion. I am fully looking forward to it, and for a lot of us it might be one of the greatest nights ever, at least compared to what we are going through.

So it was a turbo boring, long day. Mainly sitting around doing nothing, rather, supposed to be studying our medical stuff and whatever else is going to be on our Phase test.


Last day of Week 2. Finally it's Sunday too. This week went pretty slow because of all the classtime we had. Hopefully this is our last week in Red Phase too, our DS's keep threatening to keep us in Red Phase unless we pull together a bit.

Sunday's are the worst days to eat. We march as a battery instead of a platoon, so the wait sucks. In the morning like 3 battalions have to finish eating before 8 am so people can get to church on time. Seriously, we got to chow at 6:15, but we didn't sit down until 7:15. So, standing, in silence, for an hour. After a while I just start longing to walk...Just thinking about how beautiful it would be to take a step.

At least we got to sleep in for an extra hour this morning. I woke up at 5am instead of 4, it was beautiful. Most people got up at 5:30 instead of 4:30. We can't use the latrine after 4:30 (weekdays) because 3rd squad has to clean it, so I always have to just bitch at my battle buddy so he'll get up to shave and piss. Most of the time he just will not get up, a lot of people are like that though. Seriously, how important is it to sleep an extra 10 minutes in the morning. I don't really think it's going to make you that much more awake and alert throughout the day. We are supposed to clean the barracks right away too, but the lazy guys don't, and we can't finish, so we do pushups at crack ass in the morning.

Last night we had a platoon meeting, after the DS left. Man, that was pointless. Mostly, it was people bitching about bitching. Almost everyone stood up, and everyone said the same things. All we really have to do is not be lazy, don't talk, don't rip on the "weak" people, and be on time. Doesn't sound that hard, does it? Well, tell that to 60% of the platoon. Some individuals have other problems to work on, but if we could do the things above, we'd be good.

More Drill & Ceremony this afternoon. Man, I hate that. It's seriously so easy. I think in like two weeks we have a competition between the platoons. The prize is the coveted "D&C" banner. We won't win, we have too many people who can't march, and the other platoons look better.

Next Saturday is our Phase II test. We spent a lot of time this weekend studying (sleeping), but it isn't too hard anyhow. Medical stuff, then some questions about gas chamber/mask stuff, and that's really it. There is a lot to learn, but regardless of what the DS says, I'm pretty sure you actually have to try to fail.

There is a Charlie Daniels' Concert across the freeway. DS Cook said if we were here a week longer, we could have gone (we'll be in white phase). Some guys here are really broken up about it too.

The week should be pretty exciting. Lots of stuff to do so hopefully it'll move faster than the last week.

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