Hey Mom,
So, I made it through that crazy week humping Mount Motherfucker! Yeah, you heard it right and excuse the language. This was nothing like anything I ever imagined. Our family hiking trips were like walks in the park compared to this MF’er.
I gotta start by saying, this was like the real deal boot camp stuff. I mean, I thought I was in decent shape, but this was like a whole new level of crazy.
Every step felt like lifting a truck, and my shoulders were screaming for mercy. And Mom, the sun was like a fiery beast determined to fry us alive. But here’s the weird thing—I wasn’t alone in this. All the guys around me were struggling just as bad, and that kinda made it better in a twisted way.
You remember how I always hated sleeping on the ground during our camping trips? Well, I’ve officially upgraded from complaining to wishing for those good old days. At night, we set up these weird tent things called bivouacs. They’re like mini houses for ants, and trust me, they’re not cozy at all.
Sleep? Yeah, right. Imagine trying to sleep on a rock while your body aches like you’ve been hit by a truck. And Mom, we had this thing called firewatch. It’s like guard duty, except it’s in the middle of the night. While the whole world is sleeping, we’re out there watching like a bunch of night owls. It’s crazy how something as simple as sleep becomes the rarest treasure.
But you know what, Mom? I can’t deny that there’s something weirdly satisfying about this madness. There’s this bond that forms between all of us—guys you never thought you’d get along with become like your brothers. And the drill instructors, yeah, they’re like these yelling machines, but they kinda become like these voices in your head that keep pushing you when your body wants to give up.
It’s like a rollercoaster of challenges and exhaustion, but it’s like I’m becoming someone new. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually looking forward to the next phase of boot camp. Can you believe it? Me, Mr. “I-hate-hiking-and-getting-dirty,” looking forward to more of this madness.
So, Mom, I just wanted to let you know that I’m hanging in there. It’s tough, it’s crazy, but it’s also kinda amazing in its own crazy way. I’ll write to you again soon, but for now, I’m off to tackle third-phase of boot camp. Wish me luck!
Love,
“Private” Monroe
