Wednesday July 21, 2024
Hi everyone. Where to even start at? I guess first should be this was our first opportunity to write home. It’s been a month and a half and I’m sure you all have been going crazy at why I haven’t written or called or anything. After the first call home when we arrived we were never given another chance until now, due to idiots being idiots. Their actions had consequences for everyone. They got what they deserved, I won’t go into it though.
I hope you all are doing okay. I assume the kids are doing well and behaving? I miss everyone everyday. It’s killing me not being at home. Not able to hug and kiss all of you.
It’s tough here. More tough than I thought. I thought I was prepared for it. I wasn’t. HA. HA. HA. Seriously it’s tough. Our first week wasn’t all that bad. Learning how to fold clothes. Make our beds. Learning commands and ranks and various other things. The start of the second week. Just WOW! We got ALL of our gear. Over 100 pounds, mock weapons and other stuff. We learned how to pack all of this gear. The next day, we were woke up at 0400 and were told to pack the gear. All of it. Then we were hustled out of the barracks and started a 25 mile march, hike, whatever you want to call it. I wanted to die after that, not really though, it was tough. It started on dirt roads, then into grass fields, then hills and trees and just every type of terrain there is around here. Four recruits failed out during the hike. Two were medical that apparently lied on their applications. One had a hidden medical issue. The other ended up hating everything and refused to do it again. He’s been punished for his disobedience, sucks to be him.
Its so crazy here. Shouting, yelling, marching and more. The first couple of weeks I barely could figure anything out of what I was supposed to be doing even with instructions. I got in trouble for standing around while trying to figure out where to go. I was lucky and talked my way out of it, but that instructor who caught me was keeping an eye out on me.
The second month we started live weapons training. So many of these guys here have never shot weapons. A pawful of them were scared to death to even hold our mock weapons at the start. Anyway out on the range, I was able to hit the target every time. Most of them in a tight pattern, and I get better with each session. I excelled at long range shots with the M16. Well enough that I gained the attention of a few higher ups. They were impressed. They asked if I had thought about going sniper. I told them that’s what I was here for and my overall plan. One of them, a Sergeant First Class, went and requested a badass 50 caliber rifle and had me shoot at targets nearly a mile away. 4 out of the 5 shots hit the target. The one that missed, hit just 3 inches to the left in the white area outside of the body target. They were very impressed about it. That got me a recommendation from the Sergeant First Class. So I was increased in rank already. That was cool. He told me that I’d kick ass at sniper school if I stay on course like this.
There’s this one fur, kind of weird, soft spoken, shy and a bit of an idiot. He had some mental break down while a live weapons trainer started yelling at him. He kept, what’s called, breaking the blue. It’s where you point the gun to the side in the shooting range booths. The clear glass walls are bulletproof but we’re not supposed to point at them. It’s basically considered friendly firing, which is bad you know. This fur was standing there while the instructor was yelling. He picked up the gun and just started screaming and firing into the air and ground. It was scary and insane. The instructors had to taser him to get him to stop. Last we saw of him, he was being forced into a straight jacket and loaded into a mental health van then taken away. Remind me to not go crazy here!
I’m just rambling here. I guess I’m just a bit scared in a way. Never really been away from all of you for this amount of time… or at all. I guess I now know how Vapor and probably mom felt when I was in that coma. Sorry I put you though all of that, but I guess it wasn’t my fault so I guess I shouldn’t be sorry, but I am.
If nothing happens I should have two weeks leave after basic training. I checked with an instructor about the sniper school and their next classes won’t start until three weeks after I graduate basic. So I asked about taking a couple weeks of leave to help bypass the time. I saw the Sergeant First Class, that gave me the recommendation and asked how I could get some leave time. He stuck his neck out for me and put in the request and it was accepted. So like I said, if nothing happens, I should be able to come home for about two weeks. Fingers crossed.
I have to go, free time is almost over, we only get about two hours a week of it. I love each and everyone of you and miss you all so much. I’m looking forward to seeing each of you. Kids stay out of trouble. I have new punishments and none of you will enjoy them. I love you Vapor. Give the kids hugs and kisses for me and mom too.
Love Fang (Private 2nd Class Wolfe)
2024 21 July
PS: Happy early (?) birthday baby. I love and miss you. It’s our first birthday we’ve been separate. I don’t know how I should feel other than sad. Take care and don’t open my gifts ;) I’ll open them when I come home to visit. :D
Love you all and see you all soon!
