Sunday, December 11, 2005
Hey, Navy:
I’m at the office getting ready to grade papers, so I thought I’d procrastinate a little and write you a letter.
Um…
Got nothing here. Carson is Carson. Looking at the local headlines on the Nevada Appeal…there’s a couple article about women inmates (yawn), the Carson Indian Bowling League is getting together (snore), the Comstock History Museum opened in Virginia City (wow), and they’re talking about the freeway extension over Fairview (whoopee). The Reno Gazette-Journal is about as exciting.
In the hizza, YM is still decorating here and there, and the tree is all gussied up. Your seesters are both doing okay and getting ready for the end of the semester. I went to the gym.
Read an on-line article (undated) on the main Navy website by the Command Master Chief of Submarine Squadron One, Pearl Harbor, who visited RTC to get a sense of Navy boot camp. You might like the summary:
As any good briefer knows, you should always end your topic with a brief review of what you said, so here goes. At RTC Great Lakes, they take today's typical poorly-motivated civilian youth and mold him into a proud, professional young Sailor who believes that Honor, Courage, and Commitment are not just words. He or she learns the basics of being a Sailor and meets a higher standard of physical readiness then we require in the Fleet. Their uniforms and haircuts are squared away, and they are full of excitement about coming to the Fleet. Along the way, they are taught to handle basic personal finance, improve their writing and math skills, and learn to set goals in life. Not a bad combination. The Professional Golf Association has a set of TV commercials whose punch-line RTC should appropriate - Hey, these guys are good.
All my love,
Air Force
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