Trina Letter - First Letter

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Hey, Navy:

It’s the first night of your adventure away from Nevada and, as you know, I am historically a terrible letter writer. If it can’t be in an email, then I usually don’t bother, but you’re cut off from such things and you’re special to me (Mr. Obvious here), so I’m going to try.

I started this letter around 10:30 PM on Tuesday night and have been dropping paragraphs here and there between chess and backgammon. YM was reading in bed, but has probably gone to sleep by now. Lara is on the PC in the living room, watching The Scorpion King (she hearts The Rock). Danielle is asleep in your bed. She was writing all night in there with the door locked because, I’m told, she was nekked (ew). I didn’t do much today and will probably do less tomorrow.

In the fourteen hours since we left you at Sam’s office, nothing stupendous or spectacular has changed here in Cartoon City. Maybe I’ll have something in the next letter. The joke of the day in the house is YM and me telling each other not to go to Sam’s office to get you. YM admitted that she almost drove by there when she went to pick up Lara from the college at 11:15ish.

You’re probably very tired of hearing from me in my been-there-done-that mode, so forgive me in doing it again. The most boring part of Basic for me was the classroom lectures and the Navy Boot book was right: it’s impossible to stay awake. Since you’ve done a lot of school, I doubt the material will be a mental challenge, but the constant lectures probably will be, and don’t be surprised if this is another Navy test of your concentration. One way to stay awake is to take notes. Lots of them. And try to keep them forever if you can. I wish I had mine. In fact, I can’t remember a single name of the guys in my flight at Boot, except for Training Instructor TSgt-select (E-6) Robert Riley.

I’m heading to bed and will continue this letter in the morning.

All my Love,
Air Force