Always so much to update on, and so little time
Folks,
I find myself once again apologizing for a lengthy internet absence, this time due to our moving out of our room where we picked up wireless to another building where we did not. This happened last Thursday night without warning. Last weekend I went to Palm Springs and the hotel didn't have internet. Tuesday we graduated from Comm School and rejoined what's left of our unit, who are staying in a squadbay with very limited access to power outlets, much less internet of any kind. So I'm writing this from the internet center and paying to do so. Gah!
As I said, last weekend we (me, Schauer, his Marine girlfriend and another girl from our class - who, so you don't even ask, I was and am wholly unattracted to) drove down to Palm Springs, which is about an hour away from base, for the weekend. We checked into some cheapo motel in a pretty nice area, reminiscent of Galena, and attempted to go to the bars. But Schauer isn't 21, and we weren't about to leave him behind just to do some drinking we could just as easily do in the hotel room, so we went back. Then we consumed said beverages while watching some infomercial for an 80's music collection I strongly considered purchasing. I read a book by Chuck Klosterman I had just received that day (by the way, Dad, I got your letter), and then fell asleep. Saturday was more of the same, except that for dinner we went to the same steakhouse chain that I went to with Dad, Sarah and Grandma Willey after boot camp, where I devoured a beautiful filet mignon. Sunday we returned to base after a quick stop at McDonald's.
Tuesday we graduated at 1300, and SSgt. Thomas, one of the staff NCOs from the straggler platoon from our unit, came by to tell us we were leaving very shortly after graduation to rejoin our unit, as opposed to Wednesday like everyone else. We did that and moved into the squadbay, and then they set us free to change into civilian attire and rejoin our class for our farewell barbeque. Then, being technically attached to no unit, I took advantage of my freedom and celebrated my graduation by going to the boring E-Club and drinking quite a number of beers. Walking home from there, I had to cross a concrete drainage ditch, very common around here, and hit a patch of sand and drove my knee into the ground and tore out the knee on my nice jeans. My knee is still scraped up like crazy and bruised. I'm an idiot.
Yesterday and today we just sat around the RSU (I don't even know what it stands for, but it's where all our unit's stuff is), doing working parties and killing time. Yesterday we cleaned out our old squadbay so that my original unit will have a place to stay when it gets back from Iraq next week. Today we cleaned the crew-served weapons (.50-cal machine gun, M240G machine gun, MK-19 automatic grenade launcher) so we can fire those next week. Oorah.
Suffice it to say, Dad, I have not yet taken a plane flight, although I'm amused that that was the conclusion you came to, not that I blame you. I just haven't had internet. I'll be sure to give you a call tomorrow or this weekend to keep you better updated, though, and let you know more.
Well, kids, I need to get back to the squadbay and hit the rack. I have two six-hour shifts as gate guard this Saturday, so since that's going to screw up my sleep schedule I'm trying to get as much sleep as I can today and tomorrow. I hope I've sufficiently updated you all for now, even though there's much more I could have said. I'll try to make it back here more often so I can actually answer emails as I receive them and keep everybody better updated. Hope all is well back home. Take good care of yourselves. Semper Fidelis.
I find myself once again apologizing for a lengthy internet absence, this time due to our moving out of our room where we picked up wireless to another building where we did not. This happened last Thursday night without warning. Last weekend I went to Palm Springs and the hotel didn't have internet. Tuesday we graduated from Comm School and rejoined what's left of our unit, who are staying in a squadbay with very limited access to power outlets, much less internet of any kind. So I'm writing this from the internet center and paying to do so. Gah!
As I said, last weekend we (me, Schauer, his Marine girlfriend and another girl from our class - who, so you don't even ask, I was and am wholly unattracted to) drove down to Palm Springs, which is about an hour away from base, for the weekend. We checked into some cheapo motel in a pretty nice area, reminiscent of Galena, and attempted to go to the bars. But Schauer isn't 21, and we weren't about to leave him behind just to do some drinking we could just as easily do in the hotel room, so we went back. Then we consumed said beverages while watching some infomercial for an 80's music collection I strongly considered purchasing. I read a book by Chuck Klosterman I had just received that day (by the way, Dad, I got your letter), and then fell asleep. Saturday was more of the same, except that for dinner we went to the same steakhouse chain that I went to with Dad, Sarah and Grandma Willey after boot camp, where I devoured a beautiful filet mignon. Sunday we returned to base after a quick stop at McDonald's.
Tuesday we graduated at 1300, and SSgt. Thomas, one of the staff NCOs from the straggler platoon from our unit, came by to tell us we were leaving very shortly after graduation to rejoin our unit, as opposed to Wednesday like everyone else. We did that and moved into the squadbay, and then they set us free to change into civilian attire and rejoin our class for our farewell barbeque. Then, being technically attached to no unit, I took advantage of my freedom and celebrated my graduation by going to the boring E-Club and drinking quite a number of beers. Walking home from there, I had to cross a concrete drainage ditch, very common around here, and hit a patch of sand and drove my knee into the ground and tore out the knee on my nice jeans. My knee is still scraped up like crazy and bruised. I'm an idiot.
Yesterday and today we just sat around the RSU (I don't even know what it stands for, but it's where all our unit's stuff is), doing working parties and killing time. Yesterday we cleaned out our old squadbay so that my original unit will have a place to stay when it gets back from Iraq next week. Today we cleaned the crew-served weapons (.50-cal machine gun, M240G machine gun, MK-19 automatic grenade launcher) so we can fire those next week. Oorah.
Suffice it to say, Dad, I have not yet taken a plane flight, although I'm amused that that was the conclusion you came to, not that I blame you. I just haven't had internet. I'll be sure to give you a call tomorrow or this weekend to keep you better updated, though, and let you know more.
Well, kids, I need to get back to the squadbay and hit the rack. I have two six-hour shifts as gate guard this Saturday, so since that's going to screw up my sleep schedule I'm trying to get as much sleep as I can today and tomorrow. I hope I've sufficiently updated you all for now, even though there's much more I could have said. I'll try to make it back here more often so I can actually answer emails as I receive them and keep everybody better updated. Hope all is well back home. Take good care of yourselves. Semper Fidelis.
posted by Roger W. at 11:09 PM
5 Comments:
I'm not the only one who was wondering. John e-mailed me to ask the same question. Checking your blog has gotten to be a habit. I'm glad to here you're doing well.
Make that hear. It's early, and I haven't had my coffee yet.
Hey Roger it's your cousin Ryan, congratulations on graduating from comm school. i think this blog thing is great to hear how and what you're doing. you have my support
Found out what RSU is:The mission of the Reserve Support Unit (RSU) is to advise and assist the Commanding General on Reserve issues. The RSU provides logistical, administrative, and limited operational support to Reserve component units and individuals of all services conducting training aboard the Combat Center. Additionally, the RSU is prepared to plan, coordinate, and execute mobilization processing for Reserve component units and individuals.
Thank you, Teddy's Dad. That pretty thoroughly answers a number of questions.
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