It was fully my intention to email Dad and ask him to be my Valentine because there was no way I'd get a valentine of my own, right? I've been on base less than a week, and I'm not that kind of gal to be noticed and all that jazz. No, no way I'd have a valentine.
I woke up this morning (early, for duty section turnover), opened the door to head to the head. There was shit on the ground. Not literal shit. Colorful...kiddy valentines. Happy Bunny, Hello Kitty, Disney…Continue
The alarm clock went off at 6:45, the latest I'd woken up since boot camp began. I didn't need to be down in the lounge for muster until 8, but I needed to chow before then (galley only, since other food places are not authorized when on duty). They called sweepers for Duty Section 3, then turned over to 4, and I'm free for on-ship liberty until an event such as posting for midday chow or my watch...or the dress blue inspection Duty Section 4 is holding to ensure no one begs off watch due to…Continue