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Snowmageddon and Waking Up Before the Sun

"Snowmageddon" from my window...
I'm just about a week from being able to go home and be with my family.  I've completed two and a half weeks of Chaplain Initial Military Training (Basic Training for Chaplains), and have learned a lot so far.  Today is a day "off" (we don't get days off... just more time to get work done) because of the ice and snow we received overnight. Down here, a little snow causes big problems. In Michigan, we don't have much concern for this little accumulation but we have the equipment to move it around and melt it.

A few things I've learned this week:

  • In the Army, it's always your fault.  Even if it's not.
  • A haircut each week makes the day go much better (and keeps the sergeant happy)
  • Not getting a haircut means everyone has an opportunity to "learn" (do push-ups) with you. FYI I was not the one who didn't get a cut, so not my fault (oh wait, bullet point one...).
  • Waking up at 4am means bedtime by 8pm.
  • Staying up until 11pm to catch the Grammy's was not a smart move.
  • I am an MRE (Meals Ready to Eat) hoarder...
  • The Army seems to enjoy making you do things, just because
  • I can rappel down a 40 foot tower and not die, pee, or poop in my pants
  • The commando rope obstacle is the spawn of Satan
  • Marching can be fun!
  • Left-face means LEFT-face (my other left)
  • Having chapped lips in the gas chamber leaves one speechless...
  • I am better at using a compass than I thought! (Thanks, orienteering merit badge!)
I am sure that as this week progresses, I will have more opportunities to learn.  Overall, this has been an awesome experience so far.  I hope that I can keep honing the skills I've been learning so that I can be the best Army Chaplain I can be.

Until next time!

Pro Deo Et Patria!

Comments

  1. Touche on all of the above points and reflections. Spot on!

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  2. Hooah, from a fellow UM chaplain, now at the 23 year mark of uniformed service. I recall my own days at Ft Monmouth (and in the snow at Ft Dix) with great fondness. Keep your head up, chaplain. It sounds like your doing fine. You have a great adventure in front of you.

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