"P Week" is officially over. All the initial in-processing stuff is complete and the "real" training courses are beginning (first aid, ship types/missions, etc.). This also means physical "motivation" has begun as well, Our Division has it's share of clowns, but after one (painful) session of just about every exercise, they now get the picture. It's not bad, even marching through fresh morning snow has a Zen like quality to it. Friday there was a fresh new group in the chow hall. Brought a few chuckles of memories before realizing we're only one week ahead; amazing what gets done when you work 14+ hours a day. Let mom know that not only do I have to make my bed every day, but I also have to get up in the middle of the night to iron and fold! I was most worried about the physical demands but the mental "attention to detail" is still the hardest thing; imagine someone chewing you out every time you didn't use your turn signal. On a 'meta' level I understand the stakes are higher, it's still nerve wracking. Have to go refold most of my clothes as they weren't quite right!
Jeremy