Anthesterion 1, Sunday
The heat and silence are all I remember of the reception. There were no cheers, banners or glasses of champagne; only the voices of mothers, fathers, and kids whispering their goodbyes are all I remember, you would get the feeling we were heading blindly to our graves.
It was at 0830 that boarding began. My unit 2nd PLT 55TH CEC 11EN BN was stationed on the Glen Ross, an old imperial battle cruiser that was as old as my grandfather. Upon entering my cabin, I was met with my squad. Our first meeting was quite impactful with PFC Bohm, SPC Kiefer, SPC Spenser, and PV2 Thompson playing a game of faros, betting their own rations, SGT Benedikt was just lying there dragging on his cigar while all this happened. There was no concern to be caught as it seems the smoke alarm is obsolete and ineffective currently awaiting maintenance. CPL Koller was on his bunk prepping his equipment and personalizing his corner with photos of his wife and kids.
I took the bunk above's Bohm since were close of age. the bed was about a twin size with a compartment to stow away your gear underneath it. After laying down I knew this trip was going to be brutal on the back. love you and write you soon.
sincerely,
Billy V.