When I was in the Navy, pre internet, mail call was a huge deal. Now we have email and skype and texts so instant communication is rampant. But I got a package from E and a letter from my Mum and Dad and I had a rush of those old feelings. Everyday in Taylorsville, where I grew up, we would wait at the PO Box for the mail. "Mail call" would echo thru the camp and we would come running. Especially in Boot Camp.
The weather has changed from cold to hot. Do not pass Spring, do not collect $200. My heater is stuck on heat. Bummer. I went to the billeting office with a plea for help. Turns out you have to take the filters out and clean them, then the cool will come. And it worked. I have a cool can now. Here's a pic with me and some staff after our morning 7:00 meeting.
Note the KAF cards around our necks. Don't look too close or I'll have to kill you..... You don't go anywhere with out them. There are random checks all the time. No card and you go to Gitmo or something.
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