July 20, 1997 - Drill Instructors Aren't Infallible?!?

970720 - Had Chapel. It was OK. Religious Ed. was good but I kept thinking about home. After noon chow, we had a short field day. It was cut short because Sgt. V__________ was hosing the squad bay and got a fire alarm wet so it went off and we had an impromptu fire drill. Then we practiced setting up our tents for Basic Warrior Training which is Mon-Wed of this week. Then we had some drill and chow. We packed our alice packs up and did the usual activities. All in all, it was a pretty easy day. I can't believe I have less than 6 weeks left! 40 days to be exact!...
In my experience, the Drill Instructors did not make mistakes very often. The rare occasions that they did were always a challenge. On the one hand, they had done something stupid (like spraying a fire alarm with a hose because they weren't paying attention, for example), which would have brought a recruit endless ridicule plus a trip to the quarterdeck. On the other hand, they were Drill Instructors. Laughing at their mistake would definitely land you a trip to the quarterdeck. We got good at hiding our delight.

This is likely going to be one of the last short entries. For those of you who've enjoy reading this blog, that's good news. For those of you who might be reading this out of some sense of obligation, I'm sorry. But you should still read them. The next few weeks include some of my all-time favorite stories, let alone favorite boot camp stories.

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