Uncle (some letters from Basic training)
Dear Gloria, The shear fact that I decided to do this boggles the mind. We have been mainly marching, waiting, hurrying, and hurrying up just to wait. It has been easy so far, but this is only the start of the transition. My last night as a civilian was spent with the Captain, the Boozer, and Scar. We spent most of the night drinking at Mojo Risen’s, a small bar on Laurel Street. We shared three pitchers of beer, which was attached to three shots of whiskey. Scar worked there so he was able to use his employee discount. I don’t think you have ever met Scar. Every time I meet again there was usually something new about him, rather or it was a broken leg, a scar, a chipped tooth that is now in the shape of a fang, or possibly a...