Definitely shouldn’t have stayed up late writing a blog about going to PT in the morning. I definitely figured out that I am a highly trained writing machine and not a highly trained killing machine. I’m sitting here, breathing hard, after that 0530 PT. Not going to lie, I fell out. I wasn’t even in formation and I fell out. I was following them and I fell out. No big deal, it’s not like I’m going to be assigned to them as they climb mountains and search for smelly Arab terrorists. Eff, I should have tried harder at the Y. Oh well, no where to go but up, I guess, and I still have a few more days (hopefully) before we head out of here. I haven’t been assigned to my group, I’ve just been doing more of the “general tour” type things. PT was actually my idea, you know, to see what it was like, maybe get me acclimated to things around the base… who in the Fallujah do I think I am? PT, COME ON.
Got a platoon’s training schedule for the rest of the day, there is an asterisk for what I am allowed to do and what I am not allowed to do. Apparently they’re cool with me training on weapons (50 cal here I come) and map reading, but apparently they aren’t cool with me going to S-2 meetings (that’s intelligence, I think, so many effing military acronyms).
And on another important front, found out the Bangable BBC (BBBC) reporter is single and ready to mingle, but she won’t be here long. She also is not too keen on Lara Logan pregnancy jokes, as I found out at ‘chow’ last night. She knows how to handle a spork though.
“Snakes! I hate snakes!”
Tags: FAT, Middle East, PT, Qatar, War Correspondent, War on Terror
