A Shitbag's Journal #1

New CQ today. Our all day mission to guard the 2nd floor hallway. Drill Sergeant Fernandez is on post downstairs. What a delight he is. We've still yet to phase. Something should happen soon. Either we fuck up or they're by the books and we get phased. Some of these soldiers don't look too together when they wake up. This is a Sunday so most soldiers are sleeping in. Shammers all the way, and blue falcons.

For some reason we have this blue falcon bit. A blue falcon is basically a buddy fucker, not literally but someone who's only out for themselves. A good example of a blue falcon is, for instance, this morning we have to report for CQ 15 minutes early. Now out of 7 soldiers to report, 4 were on time, 2 were 5 minutes early, and one was 25 minutes late. Now that's a blue falcon. You don't do that to your battle buddies. See your time isn't your time. We were to relieve the other shift, so those soldiers had to wait around until the relief came, after pulling an eight hour shift. That's a blue falcon.

I hear the Drill Sergeant talking downstairs. He seems pissed off all the time. Any question or comment coming from a soldier in training is responded in a generally piss poor mood. They all have the attitude that we should know the answers. I don't understand how it would be a question if we knew the answers. The main problem here is a lack of information or the propensity for misinformation. That's what makes us dumb privates. Maybe they try to keep us ignorant so they can continue to have the power? It's not really that they physically abuse us. It's not that they ask us to do impossible things here. It's the fact that they have the power. And they continually remind us.

See if you do something wrong you get smoked. A smoking usually consist of 20 minutes or so of good old fashion aerobic activity. Front lean and rest position. Move. The frogger. The bicycle. Flutter kicks. The crab walk. You see exercise could be fun if you do it yourself. But if you are forced to, it sucks. The same with this eight hour CQ detail today. You see I would usually sit on my ass for eight hours on a Sunday, but the fact that I'm forced to, makes it mentally challenging. Power. Control. All issues they make you deal with by throwing it in your face. Constantly.