Perhaps it isn't quite Camp Granada here, at least no rain! You all know the camp song, with the words "take me home" in it? It feels like camp here, arranged activities, meals, and specified clothing every day, some things fun and exciting, others very boring and requiring extra amounts of coffee and water-drinking to get through.
Here's a glimpse of daily activities for me here in CA:
- Reveille at 0430 followed by breakfast and morning muster
- Class until lunch...and by class I mean any number of "training exercises" from land navigation around the hills and mountains of CA, to gas chamber run with our gas masks on (most of the time), to the shooting range with full gear on, etc., things you can't do anywhere else, that's for sure!
- Lunch: MRE. Meals Requiring Editing. That's what we say and if you've tried all 24 "flavors", you'll understand. So far on the BAD list: meatballs with marinara. On the semi-edible: beef enchiladas and cheese tortellini. However, as I have been instructed, it will NEVER be GOOD, no matter how great it sounds. It will just be edible. Good luck if you have allergies or food aversions!
- More training.
- Possible liberty, on-base only...where you might get left behind and need to hitch a ride with the Marine on duty...oops.
- So tired, in bed by 2100. Sleeping in a sea hut: structure made with splinter-prone wood, screens for windows, no heat or insulation, with dessert night-time temperatures of 30-40 degrees. Brrrrrr!
The hardest part is that it does feel like camp, like once it's done I just pack up and go back home. No, not true...I head even farther away for a longer time. This is where prayer is needed, that the reality of the situation wouldn't feel like such a heart-rendering burden to both Jonathan and me. Praise the Lord for cell phone reception and a husband and family who always pick up the phone! Thanks for your support and prayers.
Yours truly,
Camper #2, Sea Hut 08
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