This is the serving line. Sometimes the food is still warm when we get dished up. I really like it when that happens.
This is where we eat. We fill the hall from the back left, to the right, and then forward. No speaking unless you're a top three. There are only ever three of those.
This is where the trainers sit. The guy smiling is SSG Harris. The woman is our company commander, CPT Haynes. After I asked for permission to take a picture, SSG Harris declared that he's Santa Claus and said I'd be welcome to sit on his lap. I politely declined.
After chow we do a number of chin ups and push ups before running to the barracks.At the barracks we do more push ups before we're allowed to enter.
And that's chow! :)
Anna: A company a few buildings over (Alpha Co) has a beautiful lawn with flowers, colored gravel, and a bench. The immediate neighbor (Charlie Co) has a massive sandpit for volleyball. Our area is boring and ugly. Maybe we can change this!


1 comments:
The army is so strange! Why can't you talk during your meals? I think that's why God invented eating, you know... so we can have an excuse to get together with other people and eat yummy food :-)
On a side note, that shot you took of the serving line makes me think of the main buffet line at Saga......
And if you plant flowers, you should definitely start with chrysanthemums. They can withstand freezes and it's pretty impossible to kill them--since I moved here three years ago, they are one of the few things I've managed to keep alive!
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