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Hey all! Finally got to use a real computer for a few minutes here. Ok.
Week 1. Admin stuff and psycho marching. We march everywhere. If you're on base, you're marching. Not as bad as I thought it was gong to be. The instructors yell at you all the time, so it's like Full Metal Jacket, except with a french accent.
Week 2: PT PT PT and more PT. Never done so many pushups in my life. It's crazy. But fun. Having a platoon of 60 people pushing you makes you do things you never thought possible. Starting to go crazy from living on a floor with 15 girls though. Too much estrogen in one place, hehe.
Week 3: PT and obstacle course and stuff. Obstacle course is by far the most fun thing here, it's amazing. Dangerous too, so you have to be careful, but so much fun. I love the 20foot high cargo net. And running across the bridge, you have to scream your war cry all the way across, it's awesome. I'm loud, hehe. I'm the loud little one here. And one of my sergeants told me I had a big butt, so we have fun with that. I was on an obstacle, the 9 foot wall, trying to get over, and I couldn't get my leg over it, so he says, "swing that big butt over there, Saindon! So now I'm Big Girl. Hah. 5 feet tall is not a good height for a nine foot wall, but now I get over it all the time, even with all my webbing on. Week 3 is also the week of first aid training. You do lots of it, but the tests are easy. Come to think of it, all of the written tests have been pretty much cake. It's nice because I don't have to worry about the academic stuff, just keeping my head above water in PT. I'm not last, but I'm down there. I'm just not built to be a runner, hehe.
Week 4: I don't really remember, except that it was a good week, and we got our cornflakes, which was cool. I was surprised at how proud I was!! We also did a 5 km rucksack march, with about 80 pounds of gear on. It was cool. My feet are in good shape, which I'm really happy about. They're important, because we stand all day ever day. We do at least a ocuple hours of drill a day, which I enjoy. If it's not PT, I'm having fun.
Week 5: GAS CHAMBER. Got to put on full gasmask gear and go in the gas chamber. If you end up beathing in any gas, and you're female, it's messy. Anyway, I didn't breathe, it was so cool. It was hard to breathe in that mask though. They make you do exercises in the mask as a confidence test.
Week 6, which I am just starting. WEAPONS. Got my rifle today, her name is Samantha. C7. I like it. Pain in the butt to carry around though. We'll be learning to clean and strip them for inspection next week. So only 2 more weeks before I head off to Farnham.
Now for the gossip. I am in the beginning stages of pneumonia. Don't know how, but I cough all the time and I have to numb my throat before I am swallow anything. It sucks. The doctor asked me how many days I wanted off, and I said none. I'm chugging through it.
I got my first weekend off last weekend, and I'll tell you what, this military hotel discount is amazing. I got a $400 a night suite at the Sheraton in montreal for $100 a night.
We have a couple of boys who are here to play soldier... running around excited to kill people, but most of us are pretty level-headed. Lots of navy in my platoon. There are more airforce and navy than army, and way more east coasters than anywhere else. I've missed the internet, and my truck, but that's about it. I'm the only female who hasn't had a breakdown yet, mostly because I don't have anyone at home to be missing. We started with 60 people, and are now down to 52. We had 2 people VR, and 6 people are out from injuries, every one of them from the obstacle course. Our sister platoon has lost 18 people already. We're a good group. We have a lot of fun and for the most part, we all get along really well.
Everything is hard when you're doing it, but never seems that bad later on. The easiest thing we found here is to just shut up and do what you're told. Don't question the instructors. And when you're jacked up for something, just accept it and move on. When they make you scream at your socks because they're not folded properly, go to town. "STUPID SOCKS, I HATE YOU, WHY CAN'T YOU EVER DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO?!!" And be aggressive. Don't just say "Private Saindon, 822, AVN, 514, ready for your inspection, Sergeant!" Scream it! March like a soldier, don't be sloppy, and keep your combats and boots clean. You'll get yelled at anyway, that's all part of the game.
I'm enjoying this so much. People had me so scared before I left, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I sleep well and night, and the shacks are suprisingly comfortable. I like my wool blankets. I like my boots, and my combats too. I feel professional in them. I also feel proud. We went to the war museum in Montreal a couple weekends ago, and we had tourists wanting to take pictures with us. It was pretty nifty.
When I get to Borden I'll likely be waiting on a PAT platoon for a couple months for my course to start, so I'm going to try and make it home for my town's Remembrance Day parade and a visit to the local air cadets. I miss those kids of mine, hehe.
So 5 weeks down, 6 to go. I am so excited.
Hopefully all is well here, I miss this place! Mods, if this is in the wrong spot, let me know. I wasn't sure where to put it so I stuck it here. Be well guys, I'll try and update some more later on.
So yeah, 28 platoon, hoo-rah!
Week 1. Admin stuff and psycho marching. We march everywhere. If you're on base, you're marching. Not as bad as I thought it was gong to be. The instructors yell at you all the time, so it's like Full Metal Jacket, except with a french accent.
Week 2: PT PT PT and more PT. Never done so many pushups in my life. It's crazy. But fun. Having a platoon of 60 people pushing you makes you do things you never thought possible. Starting to go crazy from living on a floor with 15 girls though. Too much estrogen in one place, hehe.
Week 3: PT and obstacle course and stuff. Obstacle course is by far the most fun thing here, it's amazing. Dangerous too, so you have to be careful, but so much fun. I love the 20foot high cargo net. And running across the bridge, you have to scream your war cry all the way across, it's awesome. I'm loud, hehe. I'm the loud little one here. And one of my sergeants told me I had a big butt, so we have fun with that. I was on an obstacle, the 9 foot wall, trying to get over, and I couldn't get my leg over it, so he says, "swing that big butt over there, Saindon! So now I'm Big Girl. Hah. 5 feet tall is not a good height for a nine foot wall, but now I get over it all the time, even with all my webbing on. Week 3 is also the week of first aid training. You do lots of it, but the tests are easy. Come to think of it, all of the written tests have been pretty much cake. It's nice because I don't have to worry about the academic stuff, just keeping my head above water in PT. I'm not last, but I'm down there. I'm just not built to be a runner, hehe.
Week 4: I don't really remember, except that it was a good week, and we got our cornflakes, which was cool. I was surprised at how proud I was!! We also did a 5 km rucksack march, with about 80 pounds of gear on. It was cool. My feet are in good shape, which I'm really happy about. They're important, because we stand all day ever day. We do at least a ocuple hours of drill a day, which I enjoy. If it's not PT, I'm having fun.
Week 5: GAS CHAMBER. Got to put on full gasmask gear and go in the gas chamber. If you end up beathing in any gas, and you're female, it's messy. Anyway, I didn't breathe, it was so cool. It was hard to breathe in that mask though. They make you do exercises in the mask as a confidence test.
Week 6, which I am just starting. WEAPONS. Got my rifle today, her name is Samantha. C7. I like it. Pain in the butt to carry around though. We'll be learning to clean and strip them for inspection next week. So only 2 more weeks before I head off to Farnham.
Now for the gossip. I am in the beginning stages of pneumonia. Don't know how, but I cough all the time and I have to numb my throat before I am swallow anything. It sucks. The doctor asked me how many days I wanted off, and I said none. I'm chugging through it.
I got my first weekend off last weekend, and I'll tell you what, this military hotel discount is amazing. I got a $400 a night suite at the Sheraton in montreal for $100 a night.
We have a couple of boys who are here to play soldier... running around excited to kill people, but most of us are pretty level-headed. Lots of navy in my platoon. There are more airforce and navy than army, and way more east coasters than anywhere else. I've missed the internet, and my truck, but that's about it. I'm the only female who hasn't had a breakdown yet, mostly because I don't have anyone at home to be missing. We started with 60 people, and are now down to 52. We had 2 people VR, and 6 people are out from injuries, every one of them from the obstacle course. Our sister platoon has lost 18 people already. We're a good group. We have a lot of fun and for the most part, we all get along really well.
Everything is hard when you're doing it, but never seems that bad later on. The easiest thing we found here is to just shut up and do what you're told. Don't question the instructors. And when you're jacked up for something, just accept it and move on. When they make you scream at your socks because they're not folded properly, go to town. "STUPID SOCKS, I HATE YOU, WHY CAN'T YOU EVER DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO?!!" And be aggressive. Don't just say "Private Saindon, 822, AVN, 514, ready for your inspection, Sergeant!" Scream it! March like a soldier, don't be sloppy, and keep your combats and boots clean. You'll get yelled at anyway, that's all part of the game.
I'm enjoying this so much. People had me so scared before I left, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be. I sleep well and night, and the shacks are suprisingly comfortable. I like my wool blankets. I like my boots, and my combats too. I feel professional in them. I also feel proud. We went to the war museum in Montreal a couple weekends ago, and we had tourists wanting to take pictures with us. It was pretty nifty.
When I get to Borden I'll likely be waiting on a PAT platoon for a couple months for my course to start, so I'm going to try and make it home for my town's Remembrance Day parade and a visit to the local air cadets. I miss those kids of mine, hehe.
So 5 weeks down, 6 to go. I am so excited.
Hopefully all is well here, I miss this place! Mods, if this is in the wrong spot, let me know. I wasn't sure where to put it so I stuck it here. Be well guys, I'll try and update some more later on.
So yeah, 28 platoon, hoo-rah!