"Drill Sgt. I have one thing to say... I am awesome"

Dated 01 Nov 05:

Everyone,
Hi, how are you all? I hope you're doing okay. *sigh* Today WAS an alright day... but got worse and worse as it went on. In the morning (and a lot of the afternoon) we had BRM (Basic Rifle Marksmanship). I love BRM because we get to shoot our guns! Oops, I mean "weapons", ha! Anyways, today was my third day shooting it. We were practicing shooting at 75m, 175m and 300m away. I was really excited because I was AWESOME. I hit all the 75m, 16 of 20 175m and 6/10 from 300m. I own! Anyways, so when I was walking back to get off the range, my drill sgt. (Allen) put a clearing rod in my face and asked me how I did. Haha, then I go "drill sgt. I have one thing to say. I am awesome" and then walked away. Haha. But when I walked away, he hit me with the rod and called me a "moo-cow." Yeah, interesting. Anyways, basically if that was my qualifying round, I would be a sharpshooter. I keep telling you, I'm awesome. Not only would I qualify, but I'm 5 points away from an EXPERT. That's right, OWNAGE at it's finest.

Oh yeah, not only does my drill sgt. know me by name, but the FIRST SGT. of the whole friggin company does too. He smacked me on my helmet today because I'm a specialist and I "cheated the system." Pssh. Whatever. Oh, I just remembered. My drill sgt. Allen told me I shot like a girl (to get me motivated) the other day, and I must have been really awake because I said "if I shoot like a girl, then I must be shooting like the rest of the males here." Wooooooo! I got an M&M for that one. It was good too!

DS Allen said I haev an attitude, but I know how to use it. Which means I haven't screwed up too bad YET. *knock on wood* Anyways, after lunch all of us (the whole company) got the crap scuffed out of us because we're not disciplined. And it was from the 1st sgt. too which = VERY BAD!! Yeah, people are stupid.

Anyways, the whole day has pretty much went to crap because I got sick again (I still wasn't all the way better) and we kept getting smoked. LAME. And I'm really friggin tired, but I'm writing you all a letter because I feel like craaaaaaaap. We're qualifying in like a week and a half and our FINAL PT TEST is in like two or three weeks. Scary. I'm really afraid of the last few weeks. They're gonna HURT.

I'm supposed to get my platoon photos back during week six or so. I can't wait until family day when I can wear my class A's and get to spend the whole day w/you guys. We get to leave the fort and everything! Can we say COFFEE??? HECK YES! Oh, I got a letter from Sgt. Kwik. Woo. It was about time. He said every time I write him a letter, I get one back. So woo. Letters for Lindsay. Oh, dad, my writing on my guitar pick is starting to come off. I keep it in the pocket of my ACU's and with all that moving around the writing is wearing off. I sleep with both guitar picks. I have William (my fife doll) and I put the picks in his shirt and go to sleep with all my special stuff. Aww... he's so cute. I told Kara at church that I slept with a William doll and she flipped and wanted it. Lol. I might let her borrow it for a week just so she can feel at home.

Oh, if you can... send up any pictures of me and Kara and/or the Old Guard because she doesn't have like any pictures. Okay, it's 9:25 and I am SO TIRED. So, I'm going to bed. I love you!

Good night everyone!

Love,
Lindsay

p.s. write as much as you can!!