I Want My Bottle!

Day 52 27 July 02 Saturday

Once again I missed a day because I didn't get back to the barracks til 2345 and in bed by 0030. Anyway, yesteday we practiced suppressive fire, movement in woods, M240B, claymore mine placement and the M203. Oh, and the AT-4 rocket launcher. We got back so late because we did night suppressive fire with tracers and flares (parachute). It is/was getting a little repiticious and boring but its over so its all good. Today we went back to yet another range but this time fired the AT-4 (anti-tank rocket launcher), it the M203 grenade launcher. It was pretty cool but only for the first half of the day and then downhill from there. Tonight was very interesting to say the least. I came back from dinner chow and went into my bay as I always do. One of my battle buddies, Salsgiver, walked in and we started talking. he then looked over to the far left corner of our room and said, "Who is that?" and we both moved over there. It turns out that it was Crossland, another battle buddy who had slept through chow by wedging himself between the wall lockers. Did he ever get up uncomfortably. I got the P.G. (platoon guide) and asked that he be watched at all time or LOS (line of sight). We (my bay) got permission to have him do al the crap details. Also, as soon as the P.G. found out what had happened, he had Crossland walk from bay to bay with a blanket, sucking his thumb saying "waaa! Waaaa! waaa! I want my bottle! I want my mommy!" You see stuff like this has happened before with this guy and everyone is sick of doing extra PT because he is screwing up. It has been 6 weeks, he is 19 and is irresponsible. Now we have given him every chance we could but he never capitalized and now that everything is being stepped up a bit, he is not going to slack off.