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Strange, haunting feelings. I know everyone's first name who I was in Air Force BMT with. I can look them up, see their lives and families.
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We were 14 years younger. So very different. I messaged a few of them. Let's see if they message back. Let's see if they want to remember.
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I made it a point not to do that last name thing. I learned their first names too. I wanted to remember them as people, not personnel.
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Some of them I don't remember their last names. Only their first. For example, Terry, who we called 'Junior Ghettochild'.
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His own nickname was Junior... he arrived in a T-shirt that said 'GhettoChild'.
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There's 'Meanest', called such not for his disposition (he was actually very nice), but because he boasted 'the meanest penis in Virginia'.
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He and I were prayer leaders. We became 'Reverend Meanest and Reverend Marion'. I sang 'If We Hold On Together' every night. Yes, from LBT.
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Jake Marsh, who looked like a bald DiCaprio and shared my love of the music of Beck.
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Sid 'Chu' O'Kagu, who had an enormous afro going in. He was a singer. Crooned like Maxwell, very neo-soul. He's still singing.
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Joe Plato was from Atlanta. We were the two southern boys. If someone was slacking, he'd say 'ay, hurry up, shawty'.
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Joe Richardson was nice, but he always looked like he just got done fighting. His face was like the Russian 'I vill break you' guy in Rocky.
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He and I worked on the T-shirt for our 'flight'. Typical grimdark skeleton training instructor in bdu's surrounded by flames, only 3 colors
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Joey Carbone was full fledged badabing badaboom proscuitto rigatoni samattayou New York. He was usually called 'latrine queen'.
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Mike Klemmensen slept right next to me. A total bro. He kept me in check a couple times. Was always happy for me when my then-wife wrote.
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Martrail Robinson was my little buddy. We had good stories. We got recycled at two different times, and ended up together on the way out.
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We got stopped once, while doing some menial task outside. They tried to get us, quiz us check us for "341's". We passed their test.
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We walked away chuckling to ourselves.
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My job was Chapel Guide. Every Sunday, all the people in our 'flight' had their church of choice. They had to be marched there and back.
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About 3 or 4 different churches, all spread throughout the day. And I had to march them there and back. Disliked having to call cadence.
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Enjoyed the silence and isolation between.
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Saturday nights, by the 3rd week, we'd gotten this crazy Holocaust thing going. The chapel guide would walk up and down the aisles--
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With a flashlight cone in the dark. I'd gently wake them.
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"I know you've got letters to send. I do too. I'll get them there."
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They'd silently, swiftly get out of bed, and get out their secret correspondence. Some would kiss the envelopes, some, little rituals.
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See, everybody was writing home when they had a moment, but no way to send it. Until the chapel guides learned their route.
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These letters weren't even supposed to be written yet. XD. If they'd found out, oh, man. This is part of why I enjoyed being the deliverer.
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The two chapel guides marched alone at 5am to get people and march them to church. We walked a sidewalk that passed a blue US Mailbox.
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I was covert. A ward of letters in my little black bag (we all had to carry them). Marched right past it in the dark.
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Made the drop, didn't stop. It was glorious. I got my joys where I could.
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This is sort of magical to read. Your remembrances are vivid and sweet.
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I remember the full name of my instructor, prior to my recycling. Joel Kent Johnson. In 2000, he was a staff sergeant.
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I know he was a nice guy. He was just doing a job. I remember how I know.
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In the first 24 hours, we had to empty our wallets of all money. At that time, I had a half of a dollar bill. We'll get to that in a sec.
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So he's going around from person to person, checking things. He gets to me, sees a bit of a dollar in the wallet pocket, starts screaming.
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I just said 'sir, it's a half of a dollar. My wife and I each have one half so no matter how broke we are, we've got a dollar between us.'
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He stopped the toughguy shpiel for just a second, blinked, and fought a smile. He said 'just fold it up so no one sees it.'
jkat
Oh my effing god, Foss, that is simultaneously adorable and fricking hilarious.
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The cutest pun
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Do you still have that half-dollar?
MamaTurk
Oh my god, half-dollar pun
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This plurk is beautiful. And as a military brat, thank you for your service!
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Hell, not as a military brat. As a person, thank you for your service.
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jkat : No. I no longer have mine. My then-spouse got rid of hers quite a time earlier.
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MamaTurk : Heh. Thanks. I don't often even talk about it. This was somewhat cathartic.
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I remember there was some guy who was higher ranking, not a "stripe", but a "shiny" as I called them (brass rank, versus patch rank.) He wasn't an instructor.
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He was so above it all. He was like "big long fancy name commander", and he showed up in a green flightsuit, like he just got out of a cockpit.
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He would just appear sometimes during those couple months in basic/bootcamp/whatever. Just to check up on things.
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Shorter in height than me, with a normal haircut. Dark hair, bangs, even. I always thought that was weird.
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He never yelled, he never even seemed that interested. He was just... casual. But he was in charge, all the instructors would get super-finnicky when he was there.
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Anyway, there were two big connected rooms full of beds, 30 in each. They were connected by a door on one side, a hall on the other. At one end of the hall, the study room, the other end, the way out.
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Anyway.
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ONE DAY we were all having to sit in the study room or whatever it was called. (We couldn't sit on the furniture until the end.) I was sent to go get something, I forget what.
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When I walked out into the hall, there was the commander.
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He quizzed me on some stuff, then just hung around.
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Keep in mind, this was 14 years ago. I was just married, young, and cracking up because I was actually starting to think I'd never get out of there, never talk to my then-spouse.
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I forget how many weeks it'd been that I was there at this point.
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The commander/colonel/guy says "oh, Sgt. Johnson... give this one a 30 minute patio break." Then he leaves.
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There was a little wall outside the building with a little patio and soda/snack machines. I didn't care about any of that.
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There was isolation. To me, it was like this.
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NOTHING COULD TOUCH YOU IN THERE.
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But even more... there was a payphone.
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I called my then-wife.
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She wasn't there.
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So I sat and enjoyed the silence and isolation.
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I think I earned 3 patio breaks total during my stay there.
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Heh. A few times the instructor would have what I called "crazy days" where for no reason (other than to keep us on our toes, I guess), he would come in and just fuck everyone's stuff up.
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The usual kind of behavior that if you saw/heard it on the street, you'd say "ok, here is a literal mentally retarded person. Alright then."
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An angry, irrational person causing damage on the street in rags? Call the cops. In a uniform? SUDDENLY HE'S RIGHT.
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Moving on.
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He played Marilyn Manson's "Antichrist Superstar" album on full blast while tossing clothes and flipping beds.
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We all kind of looked at each other and nodded, a little impressed at his music choice.
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It was a very Bill Murray moment. Stuff is flying past our heads, and we look across at each other, and our expressions are like "...good jams, at least."
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