Hi everyone! I know it has been a long time since we have posted but wanted to up date you about PVT Suter. He is in good spirits and enjoying his SOI (School of Infantry)training which he will graduate in 1 month. He is an assaultman - #0351(25 in his PLT or Co., can't remember) - ITB(Infantry Training Battalion), Alpha Co., (300+ boys), weapons platoon (100+). He has hiked and ran many miles through the hills of SD, shot rifles, AT-4 rocket launchers(he said he was the first one to do so, hitting perfect target- but was a dud!), and this week among other studies, vehicle Identifications, his specialty being European. He will soon know where his PDS (Permanent Duty Station) will be. For some reason he feels like maybe it will be Hawaii but no one knows in the Alpha Co. yet. He says there are a lot of classroom and have high expectations of themselves in order to pass-last week before passing, he was @ 96% and that was not good enough - for them. I'm happy that they are taking pride and expect nothing but perfection.......As they are getting combat ready in SOI, the attention to detail will be life and death later. We love all the Marines-especially the ALPHA Co., and furthermore: the weapons platoon. We pray for your safety and join you in Simper Fi.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
09.06.09
Dear Everyone,
Thank you for all of your letters while I was in boot camp. You honestly will never know how wonderful they were for me to be able to read. Let me describe for you something. While I was in "Marine Week" or the last week of boot camp I saw a first phase recruit. He had jumped off of a third story balcony and killed himself. I won't describe it in any more detail because some people may find that disturbing, me being chief among them. But that is the kind of thing that happens when you are as depressed as you are at boot camp. One little thing could just set you off mentally at any moment. Now I will take some time to describe the crucible. In the first two days you hike about 60+ miles around the hills of San Diego, CA. We were split up into "Crucible Groups", which in turn split into two "Crucible Squads". Each Crucible Squad had about twenty to thirty members of it. There was also one Drill Instructor per Crucible Squad. So what we would do is we would go and hike with our day packs, back track. On Monday, the day before the Crucible we did the gas chamber, You go in in Camis and a gas mask. CS isn't really a gas, its actually more of an airborne dust if that makes any kind of sense. It is a severe irritant. People in America have different reactant levels to it ranging from, totally unaffected to severely affected. I was one of the severely affected ones. It didn't help that my Senior Drill Instructor loosened my mask and broke the seal and my mask didn't work in the first place. My skin was burning, I was vomiting, snot was coming out of my nose and I was crying, but I never once tried to get out. So as I was saying. We hike around with about 30 - 40 pound packs depending on what's in them. Every so often you'll stop at a challenge. Some of these challenges are individual but almost all of them require intense teamwork. In front of each one is the citation of the Marine it is named after. So you'd do the challenge then keep hiking. That was the first two days. It probably doesn't sound that bad, but believe me it was. On the third day you get up at 2:30 in the morning, stage your gear, then take your 115 pound main pack on an 8 mile hike to the "Reaper!" I won't lie there was one point when I reached out my hand and touched the Reaper. By the way, I forgot to mention the whole time your carrying an M16A2 service rifle, regulation weight: 18.6 pounds. It is slung over your shoulder the entire Crucible. The Reaper is just the first hill, but the Reaper Challenge is 7 hills. I'm not really allowed to describe to you what happens on top, that is for Marines only. Sorry. Then you do the 10 mile hike back to the parade deck. That was just miserable. I hated every second of it. Because we put all of our energy into the reaper itself. Then there's the EGA ceremony and warriors breakfast. Again I'm not supposed to describe them. But that was basically the Crucible. I forgot to leave out the details of it being 57 hours with only 5-6 hours of sleep and 2 1/2 meals. But yeah, that too. It was all worth it to be a United States Marine.
Once again, thank you for your letters. I'll write something else up here soon.
To all the Marines who may have read this, Godspeed and remain forever Semper Fidelis.
Pvt. Suter, World's Finest United States Marines
Thank you for all of your letters while I was in boot camp. You honestly will never know how wonderful they were for me to be able to read. Let me describe for you something. While I was in "Marine Week" or the last week of boot camp I saw a first phase recruit. He had jumped off of a third story balcony and killed himself. I won't describe it in any more detail because some people may find that disturbing, me being chief among them. But that is the kind of thing that happens when you are as depressed as you are at boot camp. One little thing could just set you off mentally at any moment. Now I will take some time to describe the crucible. In the first two days you hike about 60+ miles around the hills of San Diego, CA. We were split up into "Crucible Groups", which in turn split into two "Crucible Squads". Each Crucible Squad had about twenty to thirty members of it. There was also one Drill Instructor per Crucible Squad. So what we would do is we would go and hike with our day packs, back track. On Monday, the day before the Crucible we did the gas chamber, You go in in Camis and a gas mask. CS isn't really a gas, its actually more of an airborne dust if that makes any kind of sense. It is a severe irritant. People in America have different reactant levels to it ranging from, totally unaffected to severely affected. I was one of the severely affected ones. It didn't help that my Senior Drill Instructor loosened my mask and broke the seal and my mask didn't work in the first place. My skin was burning, I was vomiting, snot was coming out of my nose and I was crying, but I never once tried to get out. So as I was saying. We hike around with about 30 - 40 pound packs depending on what's in them. Every so often you'll stop at a challenge. Some of these challenges are individual but almost all of them require intense teamwork. In front of each one is the citation of the Marine it is named after. So you'd do the challenge then keep hiking. That was the first two days. It probably doesn't sound that bad, but believe me it was. On the third day you get up at 2:30 in the morning, stage your gear, then take your 115 pound main pack on an 8 mile hike to the "Reaper!" I won't lie there was one point when I reached out my hand and touched the Reaper. By the way, I forgot to mention the whole time your carrying an M16A2 service rifle, regulation weight: 18.6 pounds. It is slung over your shoulder the entire Crucible. The Reaper is just the first hill, but the Reaper Challenge is 7 hills. I'm not really allowed to describe to you what happens on top, that is for Marines only. Sorry. Then you do the 10 mile hike back to the parade deck. That was just miserable. I hated every second of it. Because we put all of our energy into the reaper itself. Then there's the EGA ceremony and warriors breakfast. Again I'm not supposed to describe them. But that was basically the Crucible. I forgot to leave out the details of it being 57 hours with only 5-6 hours of sleep and 2 1/2 meals. But yeah, that too. It was all worth it to be a United States Marine.
Once again, thank you for your letters. I'll write something else up here soon.
To all the Marines who may have read this, Godspeed and remain forever Semper Fidelis.
Pvt. Suter, World's Finest United States Marines
Sunday, August 30, 2009
8.27.09
Congratulations to Jake & FOX CO!
Good job to the new MARINES! It was reported on Marineparents.com that Fox Co looked right and tight coming down the Reaper at 7:30 AM and kicked off the ceremony at 8:00. After all these weeks, they are officially United States Marines! 75 ( we think) in Jake's PLT and 500+ in the FOX CO. WOW!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Boys, Don't Fear the Reaper!!!
Jake and his platoon started The Crucible today at 3:00 am.
"The Crucible is a test every recruit must go through to become a Marine. It tests every recruit physically, mentally and morally and is the defining moment in recruit training.
The Crucible takes place over 54-hours and includes food and sleep deprivation and over 45 miles of marching. The entire Crucible event pits teams of recruits against a barrage of day and night events requiring every recruit to work together to solve problems, overcome obstacles and help each other along the way.
The obstacles they face range from long marches, combat assault courses, the leadership reaction course, and the team-building warrior stations.
Each Warrior Station is named for a Marine hero whose actions epitomize the values the USMC wants recruits to adopt.
Bottom line -- The Crucible is a rite of passage that, through shared sacrifice, recruits will never forget. With that memory and their core values learned in recruit training, they can draw upon the experience to face any challenge in their path."
The Reaper
4/10/2008 By Cpl. Carrie Booze , Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego
MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT SAN DIEGO —
As the recruits of Company E scaled the mountainous terrain of Edson Range, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, Calif., they anxiously anticipated one hill that would grant them the title Marine, the Reaper.
On the final day of the Crucible, a 54-hour field event in which recruits apply all they have learned during boot camp, Co. E stepped off at 2:30 a.m. to tackle a 9.7-mile hike that includes a 700-foot tall mountain dubbed the Reaper.
“Recruit training is full of stresses and physical challenges that all lead up to the Crucible,” said Gunnery Sgt. Wilbert Hill, chief drill instructor, Company E. “The Reaper is the final test in the Crucible, and finishing the Reaper hike is a major accomplishment.”
The Reaper is a legend at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego’s boot camp because of how steep it is, said Hill. He said the recruits know about it before they arrive to the depot.
“Before I came to the depot I heard that even though the hike is only 10-miles, the Reaper was very challenging and the entire platoon would be hurting after it,” Pvt. Travis Duncan, Platoon 2102, Company E.
In preparation for the Reaper hike, the recruits tackle 3-mile, 5-mile, 5.7-mile and 8-mile hikes, carrying full combat-loads throughout training.
The amount of gear the recruits carry depends on the season, said Hill. During the winter, the recruits’ packs weigh between 65 to 75 lbs each because they must carry heavier cold-weather clothing.
“Most of the recruits are intimidated by each the hikes, but as they complete each of the conditioning hikes they build their confidence to tackle a longer one,” said Hill. “By the time they reach the Reaper hike, they are eager and ready to get through it.”
During the Crucible, the recruits are tested on their teamwork and leadership skills, said Hill. They read award citations at each obstacle they face on the Crucible to learn from other Marines heroic actions, said Hill.
At the peak of the Reaper is Col. Merrit A. Edson’s Medal of Honor citation. Edson Range was named after this heroic Marine.
After the recruits storm the final hill of the Reaper, they read his citation.
During the battle of Guadacanal, Edson’s Raider Battalion, consisting of two companies from the 1st Parachute Battalion, was guarding an airfield when they were attacked by Japanese forces. Under Edson’s leadership where he was encouraging, cajoling, and correcting as he continually exposed himself to enemy fire, his 800 Marines withstood the repeated assaults of more than 2,500 Japanese soldiers. Edson was later awarded the Medal of Honor for his honor, courage and commitment.
“When I finally made it to the top of the Reaper, I was so proud of myself,” said Duncan. “It was a great to finally accomplish something I never thought I could do.”
Although all recruits strive to make it to the peak, due to the physical rigors, some may not.
Dehydration is one of the major safety concerns during the hike. The recruits must fill two canteens before beginning the hike. The company stops four times throughout the hike to allow the recruits to adjust their gear and drink water.
During the hike, there is a lead safety vehicle that carries extra water and sets the recruits’ hiking path. A rear safety vehicle follows the platoons in case a recruit gets injured and cannot complete the hike.
“If a recruit does not complete the final hike, his reason for not finishing and past performance in recruit training will be reviewed. The series commander will determine whether they graduate or not,” said Hill.
Upon completion of their final hike, the recruits are awarded their Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblem and are officially declared United States Marines.
“When I received my eagle globe and anchor, I had tears in my eyes,” said Duncan. “It was strange to hear our drill instructors praise us on our performance during the hike. That moment made all of the hardships, stress and physical pain worth while.”
"The Crucible is a test every recruit must go through to become a Marine. It tests every recruit physically, mentally and morally and is the defining moment in recruit training.
The Crucible takes place over 54-hours and includes food and sleep deprivation and over 45 miles of marching. The entire Crucible event pits teams of recruits against a barrage of day and night events requiring every recruit to work together to solve problems, overcome obstacles and help each other along the way.
The obstacles they face range from long marches, combat assault courses, the leadership reaction course, and the team-building warrior stations.
Each Warrior Station is named for a Marine hero whose actions epitomize the values the USMC wants recruits to adopt.
Bottom line -- The Crucible is a rite of passage that, through shared sacrifice, recruits will never forget. With that memory and their core values learned in recruit training, they can draw upon the experience to face any challenge in their path."
The Reaper
4/10/2008 By Cpl. Carrie Booze , Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego
MARINE CORPS RECRUIT DEPOT SAN DIEGO —
As the recruits of Company E scaled the mountainous terrain of Edson Range, Marine Corps Base Camp Pendleton, Calif., they anxiously anticipated one hill that would grant them the title Marine, the Reaper.
On the final day of the Crucible, a 54-hour field event in which recruits apply all they have learned during boot camp, Co. E stepped off at 2:30 a.m. to tackle a 9.7-mile hike that includes a 700-foot tall mountain dubbed the Reaper.
“Recruit training is full of stresses and physical challenges that all lead up to the Crucible,” said Gunnery Sgt. Wilbert Hill, chief drill instructor, Company E. “The Reaper is the final test in the Crucible, and finishing the Reaper hike is a major accomplishment.”
The Reaper is a legend at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego’s boot camp because of how steep it is, said Hill. He said the recruits know about it before they arrive to the depot.
“Before I came to the depot I heard that even though the hike is only 10-miles, the Reaper was very challenging and the entire platoon would be hurting after it,” Pvt. Travis Duncan, Platoon 2102, Company E.
In preparation for the Reaper hike, the recruits tackle 3-mile, 5-mile, 5.7-mile and 8-mile hikes, carrying full combat-loads throughout training.
The amount of gear the recruits carry depends on the season, said Hill. During the winter, the recruits’ packs weigh between 65 to 75 lbs each because they must carry heavier cold-weather clothing.
“Most of the recruits are intimidated by each the hikes, but as they complete each of the conditioning hikes they build their confidence to tackle a longer one,” said Hill. “By the time they reach the Reaper hike, they are eager and ready to get through it.”
During the Crucible, the recruits are tested on their teamwork and leadership skills, said Hill. They read award citations at each obstacle they face on the Crucible to learn from other Marines heroic actions, said Hill.
At the peak of the Reaper is Col. Merrit A. Edson’s Medal of Honor citation. Edson Range was named after this heroic Marine.
After the recruits storm the final hill of the Reaper, they read his citation.
During the battle of Guadacanal, Edson’s Raider Battalion, consisting of two companies from the 1st Parachute Battalion, was guarding an airfield when they were attacked by Japanese forces. Under Edson’s leadership where he was encouraging, cajoling, and correcting as he continually exposed himself to enemy fire, his 800 Marines withstood the repeated assaults of more than 2,500 Japanese soldiers. Edson was later awarded the Medal of Honor for his honor, courage and commitment.
“When I finally made it to the top of the Reaper, I was so proud of myself,” said Duncan. “It was a great to finally accomplish something I never thought I could do.”
Although all recruits strive to make it to the peak, due to the physical rigors, some may not.
Dehydration is one of the major safety concerns during the hike. The recruits must fill two canteens before beginning the hike. The company stops four times throughout the hike to allow the recruits to adjust their gear and drink water.
During the hike, there is a lead safety vehicle that carries extra water and sets the recruits’ hiking path. A rear safety vehicle follows the platoons in case a recruit gets injured and cannot complete the hike.
“If a recruit does not complete the final hike, his reason for not finishing and past performance in recruit training will be reviewed. The series commander will determine whether they graduate or not,” said Hill.
Upon completion of their final hike, the recruits are awarded their Eagle, Globe and Anchor emblem and are officially declared United States Marines.
“When I received my eagle globe and anchor, I had tears in my eyes,” said Duncan. “It was strange to hear our drill instructors praise us on our performance during the hike. That moment made all of the hardships, stress and physical pain worth while.”
Monday, August 24, 2009
Where's Jake?!!!
We pulled this picture from a video that MCRD does with all of the different recruits. You can find the complete video here:
http://www.devildogs.info/Fox%20Company.htm
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See if you can find him!!!
Monday, August 17, 2009
8.13.09
Dear Dad,
Thanks for all the Warhammer stuff! I've really appreciated it. I really understand what you used to say to me about how immature I was before I came here. I really was just a child trying to be treated like an adult. After these 2 1/2 months though, I have become a grown--- man. I think you'll notice when I come home. I'm going to try call you guys.
I have a buddy here named Clapper. We are probably gonna catch dinner with his wife and parents if you guys don't mind-He's one of my best buddies here. He is a commissioned painter for Warhammer figures. I think you'd have a very good time assembling and painting. From what I hear, It's a great stress reliever. I kinda of like a stressful environment now. It's my natural habitat. How is work treating you, stressful? I know you understand a high stressful life, at least someone does. My views on everything have shifted so completely, here's an example of a cadence for you..........
Cadence
That's just an example-
There re just many things we can't get here. I have a gift for mom and a gift for you when you come see me on grad day! Love you.
Rec. Suter Jake
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
8.11.09
INTENSITY-GOOD STUFF
Dear Mom,
How are you? It's not that I choose not write very often, it's just that we are discouraged from writing....They say we are going to be making contact soon , so, we probably shouldn't bother. I write when I can, though. Life here is pretty full, except now it's slowing down to a crawl. I have a lot of guard duty now. I stand around and yell at first phase recruits, write letters and all that. By the way, I only got one letter from you guys all second phase. We had a giant mail call before we left. The night before. I just barely got a birthday card yesterday and today is August 8th. You know when you point when you are angry? Well, the military or Marine Corps. specifically has developed something called knife hand. It is statistically proven to be 200 % more threatening and conveying anger. It's a Hat hand thumb up, all five fingers, stacked. I sputter non-sense like a DI does, and people are afraid. HaHa. If you wouldn't mind calling Robert and Sandy and thanking them for me, I'd appreciate it. I should be calling home tonight and you should be hearing from me tonight.
Up north was good. I really shined during Field Week. I shot well on combat shooting . Hiking, Land Nav., GOOD STUFF. An assault course on my birthday. It's an adrenaline rush like you can't even believe. Everyone is running around screaming-I was leading my squad of 20 guys-giving orders, returning fire. INTENSE. The other night, I had guard duty on the old barracks. There are 4 posts-our house, the Px, storage shed, and the Quasi huts(barracks). It would have been a relaxed night walk if I hadn't been continuously engaged and assaulted by the enemy DI's and SDI. So, I was running around returning fire and engaging. That was my favorite boot camp experience. Kicking in a door and pointing a rubber rifle at my kill hat and telling him to get on the deck. GOOD STUFF. Also very INTENSE. Up north, I was eaten by fire ants. I have 12 bites on my head, 19 on my left arm, and 8 on my right arm. That's pretty much the set-up here...
Thank you
R Suter
Monday, August 10, 2009
FYI -GRADUATION DATE-9.04.09
For those of you interested in Jake's graduation date, it will occur Friday Sept.04.09. There is a link on this blog, quite extensive, FAQ, rules and regulations, etc if you are inquiring. Jake is in the 3rd phase, 9th week training, 63 days spent there. We have made everything simple as possible for everyone to send him letters. (blog, address/packages,his fellow recruit's address etc.) We have been told that this Friday, 8.14.09 to be the last day to send him letters.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
8.5.09
"Dear people back home,
This letter isn't going to be a happy one, more contemplative. Someone said in a letter, I won't mention who, asked why I would want to join the Marine Corps., as it is filthy. You know what I realized? I know why marines are always doing stupid things. The way we live our lives is not like the civilians. What is your most stressful part of your day, a long grocery line, rush hour, perhaps being late? If you are late, someone might get a little annoyed or might even lose a client. Now, I'm not belittling the way you live your life, but in my line of business, being late, by even a fraction of a second is a matter of life and death. I'm just pointing out differences. The norm for a marine is very different. When we go back out to civilian world, we feel out of place. That is why marines go get sport bikes, drink, and fight. Most stressful events you experience, we go through everyday. I know that you really don't understand but we get woken up with people screaming at us, constantly get verbally assaulted by DIs and IT'd, running with 105 pound packs, and even finding an M16 with live rounds next to people who don't like you. Do you understand? When we get a craving for something sweet, instead of candy, we suck on a cough drop. Why, you may ask? They are nasty!!!!! How can I expect understanding- hours of drilling and cleaning. It is not your fault-as a civilian you can't possibly understand what we're going through every second of our day. Screamed at, It'd. If any one of you is brave enough I'll IT you when I get home. But, you have your place, and so do these recruits. If you are sick, you stay home, here, everyone is sick.
Yesterday, we did this beastly 10 mile hike...it was not hard because the pack was only 85 pounds. On the hike, I got to call Moto chants-Stuff like "Woh, oh. OH, oh. I used to wear some baggie jeans, now all I wear is cami greens."
Thanks for all the Warhammer stuff-you started a Warhammer craze! If you could send the Space Marine codex, that'd be great too. I didn't qulalify very high at shooting. I kinda suck. There are 7 guys sitting around making War hammer armies. Everyone, I miss you. I have too go now- got chow, then , combat concealment practice. You wouldn't believe how busy we were up North. BTW, I'm a Scribe and Squad Leader. Ask my recruiter, who still hasn't written. Send more Warhammer stuff! I Love It! LOL"
Rec Suter
Friday, July 31, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAKE!!!!!!
18 years ago today Jake was brought into this world. I just wanted to let everyone know and maybe get some Birthday wishes together. Comment to this entry and we will print it off and send it to Jake.
Monday, July 13, 2009
7.7.09
STOP...WARHAMMER TIME!!!
Dear Mom,
"The last few days have been awesome and disappointing at the same time. We lost initial drill, Badly. ... It was very disappointing. Everything else has been good. Over the last 2 days, I have gained confidence to know that there is nothing impossible, here. I can succeed. After the 1st week, I was at 197 pounds. That was due to lack of physical activity but now I'm all the down to 182 lbs, if you can believe that. I hate when people write me and tell me how they are so tired from work. Do you know how long I work? 15-17 hours a day. People on the outside $8-12 an hour-I make $.80- maybe. I just finally made $150.00 dollars. I have been paying for my training up until now. My check goes towards gear and maintaining my gear. It is $10.80 for shorts, $14 a shirt,$3.00 for socks, and $2.00 for underwear. One set of clothing is mere 10% of my check. So, I can't sympathize when people complain about work. The only person who maybe understands is Chris, and he makes waaaaaay more than me. Mine is more labor intensive, but, I'm just ranting. My birthday is coming up soon. DO NOT SEND ME ANY KIND OF FOOD! EVER! Yesterday, a kid got 81 chewy bars and had to sit down and eat every single one. That's wrong. I really do want however; and am allowed, is WARHAMMER 40K models -SPACE MARINES. Ask Mikey. Some nice ones. Just 5 or 6. Those would be a great gift. I'd be allowed to have some because My SDI loves Warhammer, and he's always calling me in to talk about it. He bought a Codex-a Space Marine rulebook, so we are both learning to play as boot camp progresses. Some Warhammer figures would be nice. Also, Kyle Fabirs is leaving on Monday, July 13th. Call him and wish him good luck. Tell him when he gets here to find out when Fox Co. comes back from up north, and to go to the Mormon church. He'll be garbage 1st phase then, I'm 2nd phase right now. Ask Mikey to print out and send me the general book for Warhammer. My SDI said if I teach him how to play, I might be able to call home. If you send that stuff early, I could do it faster and it'd make my life more enjoyable. So, ASAP! Tell Mikey, Black Templars. That would make me so happy. Tell Don's wife Brenda, thank you so much. She sent me like 60 pictures-if was very nice of her. Well, I'm on duty right now. Please remember what I asked for-ASAP.
Love,
Jake
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
6.30.09
TELEPHONE POLE JOGGING
Dear everyone,
Dear everyone,
How are you guys? Oh, you don't know how relieved I was to get Lacey's letters finally, YES! I CAN receive pictures. I got like 8 letters yesterday. It was real nice. Today was a really, really bad day. I woke up and was real tired. This kid kept coughing and waking me up, plus I read letters til 10, than had fire watch from 10-11. I ended up getting about 4 1/2 hours total. In this place, you need at least 7 or it's hard to function. We had a 5:25 breakfast; after, we had PT. Regular day, right? WRONG! PT was spent walking around in teams with telephone poles on our backs, Bogus. We first ran around the track which is a half a mile long. That was gay. The Pole was 800-1000 lbs heavy. It took 10 of us and we had to march it, 3/4 of a mile, with exercises in between. Super gay. Then we got IT'd. I was kind of used to that. Whenever we do anything, it ends in the pit, inevitably. We were then rushed through lunch chow-then, went to drill. The drill master ended up kicking us off the parade deck. So, guess where we ended up? Just guess. Just guess. The pit? Is that your final answer? Ding, ding, ding, YOU ARE CORRECT SIR!......... This time was different. I can't even explain. You don't know the meaning of fatigue and pain. We IT'd with our M16A2 service rifles. Heinous! Just heinous! After those 2 events, I literally couldn't feel my arms. lol. I've been slacking and haven't taken my pneumonia meds, so, I'm getting a fever and chills. Mom, I know how much you hate me ending on a bad note, so, I'll tell you about yesterday-A crazy good day. I woke up five minutes before Lights. That is always a good thing. Being woken up by lights is a miserable experience at best. I got up and went to chow. We went to MCMAP-that wasn't too bad. After that, (scratch that), during that, DI SGT Brewer asked me what size my boots were. Back at the house, he asked me again, so I told him 7 wide. He tells me to put on my nice boots-we all have 2 pairs. Combat boots-tight, uncomfortable and irritating. We also have jungle boots-looser, comfortable and ventilated. He asked if anyone who had a problem with their boots. Long story short, I changed up out a pair of boots for him. His were brand new, he needed a different size-so I helped him out. Now, he really likes me. I'm sorry it's been so long but I've had very little time to write. I have a laundry patrol every night for the last 4 nights. Once again. Heinous. I've decided to include a couple of "Coleisms" in every letter. Ridiculous things my SDI says. The other night it was, "If I had a sniper bazooka, I"d blow you all up!" Yesterday, "I'm a marine, I say everything short and the way I mean it. Big words like 'expedite.' Ha. When I do enhance my sentences, it's with a kill, f***, S***." So, to finish this letter up, I'm going to tell you about Drill. It's a lot more difficult than you'd think. Walk one foot in front of the other, like on a tight rope. Lean back, pick up your knees and drive your heels into the deck. Always carry the stupid rifle everywhere. Gay. Today's Coleism was every time he gets what he wants, he looks around says "Magnificent!" It's just funny. For you people who know about guns, I'm going to go over Inspection arms real quick. Mind you, 83 guys are doing this at the exact same time. Start with rifle at order arms on the deck. Left hand on the hand guard and right hand on the small of the stack. Grab the pistol grip the reverse way and push the hold back button. Pull the charging hurdle till it locks. Push it back in, put it into the air and check the chamber for a round, then, bring it back to part arms. All in less than 10 seconds-Well, got to go. Later.
Suter
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Happy Independence Day
I wanted to get this post up as early as I could this morning so that those reading it could keep in their heads the true meaning of The Fourth of July. I took the following from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Independence_Day_(United_States).
"In the United States, Independence Day, commonly known as the Fourth of July, is a Federal Holiday commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring Independence from the Kingdom of Great Britain."
Now I've always loved my country but I think that since my son is training to defend the United States, I have become more patriotic. I thank these young men and women who have chosen to fight for and defend this great nation of ours. Many of whom have truly given the ultimate sacrifice and paid the price for our freedom with their blood. So as you go through your day today, take a minute to remember that someone fought for your right to sit by the pool, barbecue hot dogs, and sip on lemonade. Better yet, take a mere five minutes and write a letter to someone you know in any of our armed services. Let them know that you appreciate their sacrifice and thank them for the amazing job they do. Sadly, it took my only son to leave and train to make that very sacrifice before I saw this for myself. My heart goes out to all families who's mothers, fathers, sons and daughters are around this world defending our freedoms and protecting those who need it.
THANK YOU
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
6.29.09
Sadly, the frequency of letters has gone down but the content has definitely gone up. The last letter Jake sent came in at 5 pages. This one is 7 pages long.
"Dear everyone back home,
I'm hoping this one gets put on the blog because I'm responding to as many people as possible. I haven't had a lot of time to write over the last few days. The other day, I learned 10 ways to kill someone without firing. With a bayonet and rifle stock. It's a very surreal experience. One of the drill instructors said I'd make a very brutal killer. Should I be proud of that? After that, we got to do pugil sticks, which is basically a giant Q-tip. I don't understand what happened. I was up against this Albanian kid who is always messing up. His first thing was to freeze, so I side swiped him with the black end (rifle butt) and he fell down. For some reason I started bashing his head with the red end (representing a bayonet) and I didn't stop, even after the whistle blew. I was declared the winner. I'm not sure if I should be proud. Everyone said it was just great intensity. The longer I'm here, the more brutal I become. Yesterday, we were practicing MCMAP, Marine Corps Martial Arts Program, the drill instructor told me to go against him again. When we were doing submissions, I tossed him and wrist locked him. The drill instructors trust and like me, but hate him. He started to yell cause it hurt, but he didn't tap out. I had orders not to let go till he tapped. Then a drill instructor told me to break his wrist and throat stomp him if he didn't want to tap. So, I almost did it, but he tapped. I don't know if that's right or wrong. All I know is the orders I'm given. So yes, I guess the weakness is leaving me. Ha ha. Thank you for all your letters. You don't know how important they are. If only you were here, you would understand. Dad, I really appreciate what you are doing. I wish I had the time to do the same, but I work sixteen hours everyday, then sleep for eight. I get about an hour of independent work time, but because I'm such an important recruit, I'm usually very busy. I'm the head mail clerk, head laundry recruit, and the linen recruit. That means I'm pretty much busy all the time. I have a lot of responsibilities. I've finally adjusted to everything but one thing. It's hard not to fall asleep whenever we sit down. It's odd though, this place really is inspiring. I saw a recruit save another recruit's life. He was choking, so he jumped over and Heimliched him. Then he sat down and kept eating. That's true humility. Yeah, but I'm adapting. It's not getting any easier, but I'm getting better. I worry though, I think Lacey is going to "Dear John" me. But I guess it's not a problem. I got my brothers here. I hope she doesn't. To the Forreys, thank you for your letter. I appreciate it. Thank you Aunt Jen, any words of encouragement really does help. Thank you Ruby, I really liked your picture. It's very motivating. To Brother Birchall, I really liked your letter. It's nice to know that someone outside of my family cares too. I know I have to keep my head up. I got some help from my SDI last night. He made me feel better. He talked to me about my nerdy side. He loves Warhammer 40K and he had me teach him some stuff last night. That was the best thing that has happened so far. Just being able to sit down and talk to someone. I don't know why our SDI joined the Marines. He could have been many other things. He could have been so many other things. An Officer or a comedian. He's really funny. Or a singer, he really does have a beautiful voice. But I'm guessing some people think that about me too. I have a really hard time climbing the rope. I hate it. I got called a failure and it really bothered me a lot. It's always funny to see new companies.
I was going to end my letter early and just send a four pager, but I guess I'll keep adding on. I was diagnosed with severe left lung pneumonia yesterday. Go figure, right? I swear, I have the worst luck sometimes. I was counting it out. Did you know I make a grand total of $1.80 an hour? Amazing, right? So I was on bed rest yesterday. Today, I feel like a million bucks. I'm freaking ready for anything this place has to throw at me! I put myself back on full duty, even though I'm not supposed to. The SDI won't mind. I miss you guys a lot. Pneumonia is horrible, it makes you hate every moment you exist. LOL. But I have antibiotics now. I excel at MCMAP. My time at BJMUTA, Big John McCarthy Ultimate Training Academy, helped a lot. I turn 18 next month! I guess it doesn't really mean much cause I'm here , and I'll probably get some birthday IT. Drill instructor Sgt. Brewer will probably make me say something dumb like, "It's this recruit's birthday." You guys can't imagine how exciting next week will be. I get to get another shot at the obstacle course. I'm going to kick that things trash! Then we have initial drill! I'm going to kick butt at that too, even though I'm not great at drill. It's a lot to remember sometimes! I kind of feel bad for any attractive women on base. They are always getting stared at. Former First Lady, Eleanor Roosevelt one said, "The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!" A lot of our instructors are dirty, dirty minded. LOL. Tell everyone in the ward that I miss 'em. Often times here, it's hard to feel the spirit because drill instructors are the anti-christ. I love my SDI though. He just reminds me of home and makes me laugh. "I just used to go to whatever church I thought served chew!" He was walking by the other night before I hit the rack and he was like, "If I had a sniper-bazooka, I'd blow you guys up." Sometimes he "cares so much" he has to IT us. We've all started to really adapt. We move faster and with more intensity. We're starting to be louder all the time. Every single week we are here, we just make leaps and bounds. Of all the things I've learned, I've learned the most about cleaning. I'm now adept at washing and drying cloths, mopping and sweeping, washing windows, cleaning stairs, and bathrooms. He he. It's a lot of work but it's worth it, I suppose. I've also learned to obey orders without question. I'm told to do something and I leap to it. I don't ask why or even wonder, I just do it. LOL. It's a crazy thing. Well, I'm going to go train. I hope this finds you guys well. I love you all.
Love,
Recruit Suter"
WOW!!! I think Jake has really made some big progressions. It's hard for us to believe that he is only in his forth week. We will be waiting anxiously for the next installment.
"Dear everyone back home,
I'm hoping this one gets put on the blog because I'm responding to as many people as possible. I haven't had a lot of time to write over the last few days. The other day, I learned 10 ways to kill someone without firing. With a bayonet and rifle stock. It's a very surreal experience. One of the drill instructors said I'd make a very brutal killer. Should I be proud of that? After that, we got to do pugil sticks, which is basically a giant Q-tip. I don't understand what happened. I was up against this Albanian kid who is always messing up. His first thing was to freeze, so I side swiped him with the black end (rifle butt) and he fell down. For some reason I started bashing his head with the red end (representing a bayonet) and I didn't stop, even after the whistle blew. I was declared the winner. I'm not sure if I should be proud. Everyone said it was just great intensity. The longer I'm here, the more brutal I become. Yesterday, we were practicing MCMAP, Marine Corps Martial Arts Program, the drill instructor told me to go against him again. When we were doing submissions, I tossed him and wrist locked him. The drill instructors trust and like me, but hate him. He started to yell cause it hurt, but he didn't tap out. I had orders not to let go till he tapped. Then a drill instructor told me to break his wrist and throat stomp him if he didn't want to tap. So, I almost did it, but he tapped. I don't know if that's right or wrong. All I know is the orders I'm given. So yes, I guess the weakness is leaving me. Ha ha. Thank you for all your letters. You don't know how important they are. If only you were here, you would understand. Dad, I really appreciate what you are doing. I wish I had the time to do the same, but I work sixteen hours everyday, then sleep for eight. I get about an hour of independent work time, but because I'm such an important recruit, I'm usually very busy. I'm the head mail clerk, head laundry recruit, and the linen recruit. That means I'm pretty much busy all the time. I have a lot of responsibilities. I've finally adjusted to everything but one thing. It's hard not to fall asleep whenever we sit down. It's odd though, this place really is inspiring. I saw a recruit save another recruit's life. He was choking, so he jumped over and Heimliched him. Then he sat down and kept eating. That's true humility. Yeah, but I'm adapting. It's not getting any easier, but I'm getting better. I worry though, I think Lacey is going to "Dear John" me. But I guess it's not a problem. I got my brothers here. I hope she doesn't. To the Forreys, thank you for your letter. I appreciate it. Thank you Aunt Jen, any words of encouragement really does help. Thank you Ruby, I really liked your picture. It's very motivating. To Brother Birchall, I really liked your letter. It's nice to know that someone outside of my family cares too. I know I have to keep my head up. I got some help from my SDI last night. He made me feel better. He talked to me about my nerdy side. He loves Warhammer 40K and he had me teach him some stuff last night. That was the best thing that has happened so far. Just being able to sit down and talk to someone. I don't know why our SDI joined the Marines. He could have been many other things. He could have been so many other things. An Officer or a comedian. He's really funny. Or a singer, he really does have a beautiful voice. But I'm guessing some people think that about me too. I have a really hard time climbing the rope. I hate it. I got called a failure and it really bothered me a lot. It's always funny to see new companies.
I was going to end my letter early and just send a four pager, but I guess I'll keep adding on. I was diagnosed with severe left lung pneumonia yesterday. Go figure, right? I swear, I have the worst luck sometimes. I was counting it out. Did you know I make a grand total of $1.80 an hour? Amazing, right? So I was on bed rest yesterday. Today, I feel like a million bucks. I'm freaking ready for anything this place has to throw at me! I put myself back on full duty, even though I'm not supposed to. The SDI won't mind. I miss you guys a lot. Pneumonia is horrible, it makes you hate every moment you exist. LOL. But I have antibiotics now. I excel at MCMAP. My time at BJMUTA, Big John McCarthy Ultimate Training Academy, helped a lot. I turn 18 next month! I guess it doesn't really mean much cause I'm here , and I'll probably get some birthday IT. Drill instructor Sgt. Brewer will probably make me say something dumb like, "It's this recruit's birthday." You guys can't imagine how exciting next week will be. I get to get another shot at the obstacle course. I'm going to kick that things trash! Then we have initial drill! I'm going to kick butt at that too, even though I'm not great at drill. It's a lot to remember sometimes! I kind of feel bad for any attractive women on base. They are always getting stared at. Former First Lady, Eleanor Roosevelt one said, "The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!" A lot of our instructors are dirty, dirty minded. LOL. Tell everyone in the ward that I miss 'em. Often times here, it's hard to feel the spirit because drill instructors are the anti-christ. I love my SDI though. He just reminds me of home and makes me laugh. "I just used to go to whatever church I thought served chew!" He was walking by the other night before I hit the rack and he was like, "If I had a sniper-bazooka, I'd blow you guys up." Sometimes he "cares so much" he has to IT us. We've all started to really adapt. We move faster and with more intensity. We're starting to be louder all the time. Every single week we are here, we just make leaps and bounds. Of all the things I've learned, I've learned the most about cleaning. I'm now adept at washing and drying cloths, mopping and sweeping, washing windows, cleaning stairs, and bathrooms. He he. It's a lot of work but it's worth it, I suppose. I've also learned to obey orders without question. I'm told to do something and I leap to it. I don't ask why or even wonder, I just do it. LOL. It's a crazy thing. Well, I'm going to go train. I hope this finds you guys well. I love you all.
Love,
Recruit Suter"
WOW!!! I think Jake has really made some big progressions. It's hard for us to believe that he is only in his forth week. We will be waiting anxiously for the next installment.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Recruit Avant
You may have noticed that there is information to write an additional recruit, Recruit Avant. If you have been reading Jake's letters, you already know that Recruit Avant is in his second month and has yet to get a letter. A letter to this fine young man would go a VERY LONG way for him. Please take time this week and let our boys know we love and appreciate their sacrifice.
Alpha Company: Iraq Diary
We found a great, three part, documentary on the Military Channel. It's called Alpha Company: Iraq Diary. Here is a link to check it out, http://military.discovery.com/tuneins/alpha-company.html It's really good. Try to catch it if you can.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
6.25.09
"I finally got your letters! 4 at one time! I broke down into tears! It feels nice to know I'm loved. You guys don't even know! Life is good. I started hating it but letters from home do more than anything else. I still haven't heard from Lacey but don't know if she got them. Give her a wring and tell her to share! My goodness I'm happy tonight. Our entire barracks is tearfully writing letters right now. I know it's a lot to ask but can you please write some other recruits here? One of my best friends on the base Recruit Avant, who is 21, didn't get one letter. This is his 2nd month on the Depot. That's a long time. He might be here up to 3 months longer due to illness. He's a good guy. African-American. He needs it. Also Recruit Thompson and Strickland, they were very sad when he didn't get one. But mainly Recruit Avant. You could even add him to the blog. You don't know how much that means to me. I miss you all. Tell the people of our church I love them. Yes, I do have one kid in my platoon who's a member of the church-Smith. He just reactivated when he got here. We are going to be surviving on these. This place drives you crazy. Smith and I have been shuffled around medical. I have been having knee problems. Once again thank you for the blog. It means so much. Please remember Avant though. Morale is very up and down here. I've seen some scary things. One kid got sent to Miramar, a marine prison for assaulting a DI. Another attempted suicide with a razor blade. These things are not uncommon. That blog will be invaluable to me. The more people write, easier this will be. This place twists people though. What a crazy world we live in, a seventeen year old kid is given a rifle and told "we are going to teach you how to kill people with this in the name of the USA." It's not all bad though. I'm the platoon mail clerk now! I like feeling like I make a difference. Letters just bring so much joy and pain when you don't get any. Tell aunt Laura Congratulations! Aunt Lee-sa too! Can you give my dad my address? This place is changing me though. It turns our they were withholding letters to lower morale. Sad, right? Joey is in PLT 2130. One of their DI's were dismissed cause he tried to poison a recruit with Vicadin and cough syrup. Sometimes I forget that I'm supposed to be a man. I still think I'm a kid... Chow here is interesting...I eat very well. 1-2 times a day, I eat some kind of "surprise meal", a.k.a. SLOP. A puke like mixture of meat and veggies. Sometimes, it's good, other times not. But I'm not a picky eater anymore. I eat what's put in front of me without complaint, not enough time time to complain. I try my best too give encouragement to new recruits. This place can be overwhelming and scary. Please send pictures! Peyton, the wedding, mom,dad, dad, my friends. Anything! Newspaper clippings. This place is smack in the middle of downtown San Diego but it's its own world. To be honest, I thought you weren't writing. It's a lot discouraging Lacey hasn't written, I'm afraid she'll "Dear John" me. Yea, I don't know anything that's going on out there. How's Aunt April? Has the old geezer tied the knot yet? Just kidding. Call uncle David and tell him I say HI-I get off light duty tomorrow.(thank goodness!) The more time you have to think here, the worse. My thing I'm grateful for today is Brotherhood. It's something on a whole another level. I don't know all 83 of these guys but I trust 80 of them with----------Sorry to cut this off. A group of 12 DI's just came through like wild dogs. They just verbally assaulted us for writing letters after Lights Out. SERIOUSLY. 12. Ask uncle David..... Remember, write often. And remember Recruit Avant. PICTURES!"
RCRT Suter
Hi guys-As you can see, we are his little world of happiness and joy. He mentioned the blog many times! WRITE COMMENTS, DUH!!!!!!!! I'm printing this out today and sending it-better yet write personally and comment on this blog. Jake wants us to remember RCRT Avant. I sent both of them letters separately yesterday with L.A. times front page, comics, sport page, and horoscope. Do your part!
Friday, June 26, 2009
6.21.09
Yea-another
"I'm sitting at medical right now so I decided to write to you again. I can't describe how much I miss you. Life is so lonely here. I want to be a Marine but right now I don't want to be here. It really is the hardest thing I've ever tried to do. I know if I just grit my teeth and scream, I can do it though. It's odd being here-makes me realize how young I really am. Allot of the older guys say I'm really brave. They say they couldn't have done this at seventeen. To be honest when I look back, I don't know how I'm doing it. I guess I'm a man now. After only two weeks that's what the Di's tell me. "You're all grown-a__ men, act like it!" So, I try my best. Sometimes, when we get in a rut, it just seems so hopeless. Other times when we are successful, nothing can stop us. I've learned I'm not a civilian anymore-I'm something more-much more important. I heard music today. I was disgusted by it.I would much rather hear SDI call marching cadence-that is what speaks to me now. If there was a hell on earth, it'd be called MCRDSDS. I hate every drill instructor but my three. And my DI Staff Sargent Algado. I just showed Lacy's picture to my platoon leader, he said she looks like someone famous. I'll catch up with you guys tonight.
Love, Recruit Suter
LATER
Today was hard day. After I got back from medical, I was thinking about home so it lowered my morale. PLEASE WRITE. People have been getting lots of mail. It really is hurting me. I've written more mail than anyone else. I don't understand why I've got nothing. Tonight my thing I appreciate more is non excessive punishment. At home you are late to the dinner table. Nothing. Maybe a gentle reprimand. Here, you don't get your socks on fast enough, IT. You eat same food in your room. Nothing. Here IT. Love you guys. Please spread out my address. I need help. Love you."
Recruit Jake Suter
This letter is a tough one-it's hard to hear. Please COMMENT on these blogs and SEND HIM LETTERS. It's his only lifeline.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Letter 6.20.09
We have another letter to share.
"By now I've sent 3 letters to you guys. Today was a good day. We did so well, we got some kind of free time. I say kind of cause we were still working during it.Tonight, I'm going to include some information about my DIs. First, there is SDI Sgt. Coles. He's black and has a huge mole. He reminds me of a mix of Dave Chappelle and Major Paine! He's really funny though. Our base is litterally next door to an airport. Whenever a plane takes off, he points at it and has us scream while he pretends to shoot it down. Here's a conversational tid bit. "Good night drill instructor." "Kill!!" He relates everything to boobies or killing. Next is my knowledge hat. The guy who teaches us. He's about 5' 3" but as ferocious as a bull dog. He's a little white guy. He's like a light switch. We scream at him, he's very nice. We talk quite, be brutalizes us. He's taught us the most. Next is DI SSgt Rossas. He's our kill hat. His only job is to scream at us. He is the single scariest man I have ever met. I don't think he's really that mean though. He's very kind sometimes. Them we have other DI's in training, shuffling through. Kill Hats. So right now, 2 kill hats, 1 knowledge hat, and 1 SDI. SDI is a den mother. He always stops the kill hats before it goes too far. My thing I appreciate tonight is privacy. I shower in a small room with 15 other men, crap without stall doors, and sleep in the open. Could you guys send STAMPS, please? Well I'm off to bed. Love you, very very much. Write back soon.
Recruit Suter"
It sounds like Jake is really coming along. Thanks for all the support. We will post new letters as they come in.
"By now I've sent 3 letters to you guys. Today was a good day. We did so well, we got some kind of free time. I say kind of cause we were still working during it.Tonight, I'm going to include some information about my DIs. First, there is SDI Sgt. Coles. He's black and has a huge mole. He reminds me of a mix of Dave Chappelle and Major Paine! He's really funny though. Our base is litterally next door to an airport. Whenever a plane takes off, he points at it and has us scream while he pretends to shoot it down. Here's a conversational tid bit. "Good night drill instructor." "Kill!!" He relates everything to boobies or killing. Next is my knowledge hat. The guy who teaches us. He's about 5' 3" but as ferocious as a bull dog. He's a little white guy. He's like a light switch. We scream at him, he's very nice. We talk quite, be brutalizes us. He's taught us the most. Next is DI SSgt Rossas. He's our kill hat. His only job is to scream at us. He is the single scariest man I have ever met. I don't think he's really that mean though. He's very kind sometimes. Them we have other DI's in training, shuffling through. Kill Hats. So right now, 2 kill hats, 1 knowledge hat, and 1 SDI. SDI is a den mother. He always stops the kill hats before it goes too far. My thing I appreciate tonight is privacy. I shower in a small room with 15 other men, crap without stall doors, and sleep in the open. Could you guys send STAMPS, please? Well I'm off to bed. Love you, very very much. Write back soon.
Recruit Suter"
It sounds like Jake is really coming along. Thanks for all the support. We will post new letters as they come in.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
No New News
We haven't gotten any letters from Jake since the last entry. We're thinking it's because Jake has been getting letters from everyone and has been doing his best to respond. I'd like to thank everyone for supporting Jake in his time of need. We know that through that love and support he will make it through this challenge in his life. If we get any news today, we will get it up for everyone ASAP. Thanks again.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Letter 6.19.09
We got another letter form Jake today.
"Today started off alright, I guess. Just the usual, wake up, clean, go get chow, come back, go to class. The same basic deal. Then we went to PT, that's where it all went downhill. I'm trying not to lose my personality and I don't think I will. After PT we just drilled for awhile. The senior drill instructor (SDI), Staff Sergent Coles, is normally very cool. But, we made him angry so he "killed us" tonight. Ran us ragged basically. I've learned allot about allot of things while I've been here. Honor, courage, commitment, hard work, honesty, team work and integrity in just a week. But I've also seen the worst. Coveting, stealing, selfishness. It really is horrible. This place brings out the best in some, and the worst in others. It's a little sad. Some people in my platoon are just so dumb. I lose my bearings sometimes. I'm trying best not to. Writing to you guys is helping me keep my sanity. This is a crazy place for crazy people. I hope to hear from you guys soon. My new good thing is a good ink stick and a good place to write. We take for granted that we don't have to use some crappy pen that costs $.89. Living here has made me cheap. And the place to write, I write these at 0.900 ish (12:56am) from the head. (bathroom)
Goodnight,
Recruit Suter
Love,
Jake"
We'll keep everyone posted with any news as we get it. I can't stress enough how much Jake would appreciate a letter from his family, friends, and viewers of this blog. Please take a few minutes to write, it makes all the difference in the world.
"Today started off alright, I guess. Just the usual, wake up, clean, go get chow, come back, go to class. The same basic deal. Then we went to PT, that's where it all went downhill. I'm trying not to lose my personality and I don't think I will. After PT we just drilled for awhile. The senior drill instructor (SDI), Staff Sergent Coles, is normally very cool. But, we made him angry so he "killed us" tonight. Ran us ragged basically. I've learned allot about allot of things while I've been here. Honor, courage, commitment, hard work, honesty, team work and integrity in just a week. But I've also seen the worst. Coveting, stealing, selfishness. It really is horrible. This place brings out the best in some, and the worst in others. It's a little sad. Some people in my platoon are just so dumb. I lose my bearings sometimes. I'm trying best not to. Writing to you guys is helping me keep my sanity. This is a crazy place for crazy people. I hope to hear from you guys soon. My new good thing is a good ink stick and a good place to write. We take for granted that we don't have to use some crappy pen that costs $.89. Living here has made me cheap. And the place to write, I write these at 0.900 ish (12:56am) from the head. (bathroom)
Goodnight,
Recruit Suter
Love,
Jake"
We'll keep everyone posted with any news as we get it. I can't stress enough how much Jake would appreciate a letter from his family, friends, and viewers of this blog. Please take a few minutes to write, it makes all the difference in the world.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Letter 6.18.09
We got a letter from Jake today and wanted to share it.
"I've decided to do this like a journal and write as often as I can. Little things I used to not appreciate, I appreciate now. Like the luxury of time telling. I know, weird, right? You'd think it'd be TV or video games or the internet. Sometimes it's the little things that matter. Time moves differently here than on the outside world. Time moves quickly, but when I hit the rack, it feels like it was ten years ago the last time I did. I don't know if that makes sense. Yesterday ended well, I got a priesthood blessing and that made me upbeat. I can't wait till this is over. I rethought my least favorite thing. It's either holding out my rifle or hygiene time. Rifles are: pick it up, put it down, touch the portholes, run to the back bulkhead. (Bulkhead is the wall and porthole is the window.) And yes we are in a regular building. It makes it hard to hold my ink stick (pen) and hygiene sucks. This recruit only got 700DI (Drill Instructor) seconds to shower, shave, and brush my teeth. So about 200 regular seconds. It's rough. Sometimes I dream about home when I sleep. That is THE worst, cause I always wake up here. I'm sending this out at around 0530 tomorrow. Please write every day if you can. Remember pictures. Again, every day please.
Love,
Recruit Suter"
I hope everyone can take a few minutes and write Jake when you get a chance. He is an amazing kid and I know he will succeed. I think he needs to hear us cheer him on.
"I've decided to do this like a journal and write as often as I can. Little things I used to not appreciate, I appreciate now. Like the luxury of time telling. I know, weird, right? You'd think it'd be TV or video games or the internet. Sometimes it's the little things that matter. Time moves differently here than on the outside world. Time moves quickly, but when I hit the rack, it feels like it was ten years ago the last time I did. I don't know if that makes sense. Yesterday ended well, I got a priesthood blessing and that made me upbeat. I can't wait till this is over. I rethought my least favorite thing. It's either holding out my rifle or hygiene time. Rifles are: pick it up, put it down, touch the portholes, run to the back bulkhead. (Bulkhead is the wall and porthole is the window.) And yes we are in a regular building. It makes it hard to hold my ink stick (pen) and hygiene sucks. This recruit only got 700DI (Drill Instructor) seconds to shower, shave, and brush my teeth. So about 200 regular seconds. It's rough. Sometimes I dream about home when I sleep. That is THE worst, cause I always wake up here. I'm sending this out at around 0530 tomorrow. Please write every day if you can. Remember pictures. Again, every day please.
Love,
Recruit Suter"
I hope everyone can take a few minutes and write Jake when you get a chance. He is an amazing kid and I know he will succeed. I think he needs to hear us cheer him on.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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