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This is the back of Drill Sergeant
Lowe's head talking to us out in the field. He's probably telling us that we smell bad
because we havent showered in three or four days. |
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Here's First Sergean Belcher. He was my crazy first sergeant,
and he just sort of dissappeared one day. I have no idea who let him near those children,
though. |
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This is Drill Sergeant Davis pinning me at graduation. At first
I didn't like him because he was mean, but he turned out to be pretty cool. He also taught
us about the game of smiles. |
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Drill Sergeant DeRosa introduced himself to me early on. I
think he really really hated me. He was really funny, though, and he taught us all some
usefull stuff. |
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This is Ernie the bull, or Toro. He lived outside our barraks
and i think he talked to Drill Sergeant Castle...or visa versa. |
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Here's a bunch of us at the range one day. The drill sergeant
in this picture is SFC Barnes from third platoon. I ate lunch with him one day. I think
the guy all the way on the left is Peatfield. Next to him is lumpy ass Evans. He almost
shot Drill Sergeant DeRosa one day. |
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This is another photo of Drill Sergeant Lowe talking to us. He
was pretty cool when we were out in the field. One night he pretened to be Habeeb the used
goat salesman and tried to attack us. It took about seven people to take him down... |
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The guy on the left in the green is private Pena.
He is in my national guard unit in Branford, but he was at
FLW at the same time that I was. He was in Delta Company, though.
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This is us on rifle qualification day. A lot of people choked,
but not me. I got my best score yet, a 34 out of 40. This was partly thanks to SSG DeRosa's
help in telling me where to aim at each target. "balls"..."balls" |
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Thanksgiving blows. If it weren't for this holiday, we would
have graduated 6 days earlier. They fed us pretty well, though. Here are Major Egborg,
Lieutenant King, and Chaplain Jay serving us turkey and stuff. |
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This is us eating our Thanksgiving food. The back of my head
is somewhere in this photo, I think. Anyway, you can see Tribble and Peatfield, and at the
next table second from the left is Custer. |