Memories Continued

So there I was in Newark NJ about to embark on this journey...I got to talking to people there, everyone was off to a different location for Basic Training. Some were flying to California, some to Georgia, etc...everyone was FLYING some where, not me. No Sir, I was handed a train ticket to Anniston Alabama. Newark, NJ to Anniston, Alabama, a trip that was scheduled to take 23 hours...23 HOURS WTF is that Uncle Sam? At least I got a sleeping car. That train stopped at EVERY little podunk stop. I swear at some stops it was a tumble weed and a cow waiting on the platform (wood deck). It was a HELL of a ride but I made it. Beautiful downtown Anniston, Alabama. What the HELL is a Jersey boy doing in this place. It was culture shock to say the least, but I didn't get a chance to enjoy the sceanery because there was a Military Van there to pick me up along with the several other people we had picked up somewhere along the Long Long train ride.

I arrived at the reception station at Ft. McClellan, Alabama on Sept 29th, 1982. I picked a bunk next to Carl Stephens, who quickly became my best friend and would remain so for a very long time (we'll talk about that later). Our first day at the reception station was fairly uneventful. We were marched(if you can call it that) to get our haircuts...ohhh my precious hair. Gone all gone!!!!! We were taken to get our uniforms, they didn't have boots in my size (12 wide) so I had to wear my sneakers (this is signficant aqs I will explain later). Our first night in the reception station at about 2 am the Drill Sgt. comes in screaming and yelling for us to get the hell up. We had to go through our personal belongings to ensure we didn't have any Tylenol because someone had tampered with it and poisoined a bunch of people. The first case of product tampering. The next day was spent teaching us basics of things we'd need to know when we got to our Basic Training (Boot Camp) units. MAking a bed, proper wearing of uniform, etc...everyone at the reception station was so nice. Before I left for the Army I had seen Stripes, hell the Army was gonna be easy. No one yells or anything. My friends I didn't know what yelling was, I was about to find out what FEAR, EXHAUSTION, PANIC, TERROR, and down right EVIL were all about....(to be continued)

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OMG so much of the stuff you write about in your web log takes me back to my own experiences. You know I was never in the Army, but you and I aren't so different in a lot of ways. I took my own journey from Hannibal, MO to Denver on a freakin' Greyhound bus in '83. I was at the ripe old age of 17, six weeks pregnant, and my Cheap Ass Dad wouldn't spring for an airline ticket to get me back HOME. Long story what I was doing in MO in the first place, but what a ride that was getting home. I got on that bus (and I was SO EXCITED!) from one of those wooden decks, and saw a lot more of those things along the way.. haha. Then there was the 2-hour layover in Kansas City at the bus depot... no place for itty-bitty ME to be all alone on a Saturday night. My parents are quite possibly two of the most intelligent people I know, but seriously lacking in common sense. The two things I remember most about that trip is this really irritating guy sitting behind me and talking my ear off about his stupid life at like 2am when I really needed some sleep, which is difficult at best on a bus. Then the next morning stopping in podunk, kansas at 7am (podunks are all over the place!) at some truck stop and I got off the bus and every freakin' truck driver was hootin' and hollerin' at me and all I wanted to do was go pee in a semi-clean restroom and get some food. I was exhausted, but I was going back home.

I don't have any angry or sad feelings about any of it... I think it's kind of amusing actually. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and none of that stuff killed me, not even close... LOL.

I can't wait to read your next blog... and I especially can't wait for more of your Germany stories. I'm sure you have your tales to tell!

12 wide... damn! :)

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