Plato Go to Plato

[Apollo]

So I have decided to attempt to write a book in my free time, and in honor of the Boy Who Picks the Bullets Up, it is all in letter form. I don't know if I will make the guy a Hospital Corpsman, but that is all I know, soooooo.
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Plato Go To Plato


Darius love,
Boot camp isnt as hard as some make it out to be. I arrived about a week ago and have just finished "P" Days which is essentially the time we get poked and prodded and kept awake for long hours of the day, scared shitless. I maybe exaggerating the "scared shitless" part. We mostly walked around like little chickens with our heads cut off squaring off corners every where we turned. The men I will be sharing a compartment with arent that bad of lookers. Once you get passed that the new haircuts make us all essentially look exactly alike, you begin to pick out hotter ones. This is, of course, made easier once we get to shower the first time. I must say, I will have to invest in the skinnier type of white boy from now on. They all seem to have large dicks. I wonder who screwed up sending me that memo. I have honestly never seen so many low hangers in my life. I plan to find out who's lower hanger I will be hanging off of in this division. I have a list brewing, trust me.
Besides the various recruits I sleep with, I also have my Recruit Division Commanders (RDC's) that will be yelling, and mentoring, PTing, and beating, and again yelling at us for the next 8 weeks. Their all men as this is an all male division (score!) so all them more authoritative eye candy for me right? Anyway, I seemed to have hit the jack pot on RDC's, because all three of them are quite spectacular to look at. Chief Syke is one fine looker of a man, older gentlemen with gray peppering his jet black hair, I can't help but hone in on his beautifully long bulge when he sits down. I swear he caught be staring today as he was telling us about the first stage of boot camp. Cart phase, or whatever he was saying, I kinda of went into a world of bouncing on what I am sure is an amazing piece of work. Besides his bulge, he seems to have quite the hard body. I hope to see it as the weeks go on. Stand by and they like to say to us day after day.
The next is Petty Officer Crond. He is a black fellow who looks like he is a machine of pure muscle, when he walks, his butt does the dance of a thousand boners, because that's what I get when he walks by me. Just the day before I wrote this letter, we were doing some stretches (the third one likes to stretch for some odd reason) and I had the pleasure of seeing Petty Officer Crond bend over and give me full site of the perfection that is his ass. I have already had two wet dreams thinking about plowing into it. It is too early in boot camp to be this horny. Pray for me Darius.
The third and final RDC is Petty Officer Rose, but we just call him Petty Officer Flower Child, because he really doesnt seem to be all there. As I already mentioned, he loves to stretch us out in the morning, and he seems like he is going to be the mother type for all of us. He is so soft spoken, and well, so gay that it is hard to believe he could ever be mean to us. But who knows. He is a scrawny thing, with dusty red hair, and freckles that makes him the cutest of the bunch. Despite both Chief Sykes and PO Cond's hunkiness, I think I like this one the most. And being that he seems to be gay, I might just go for it.
I have a feeling wet dreams will be frequent for me at RTC. God Help Me.

Forever,
AP

Dear Mother,
I feel that boot camp won't be as hard as people make it out to be. Or as the movies seems to think it is. Then again, this is Navy boot camp and not marine boot camp, but for some odd reason, I figured that they were one in the same. Silly me I guess.
I am in an all male division with three all male RDC's. They all seem to be decent, and I figure that being away from females for 8 weeks will keep me out of trouble here, and let me focus of becoming a sailor. Although, it will be hard none the less. Living around nothing but dudes will be tedious. I dare say, men can be worse with the bitchiness and caddyness than females, but I we will see I guess.
I have already made a friend in the division. He is the Starboard Watch of the division, and as I am the Port Watch of the division, we inevitably hit it off. He is a charming young man from Idaho, shockingly bright red hair with a similarly shocking white complexion. He comes with a shockingly deep voice, and a shockingly strong demeanor. The kid just seems to be shocking all around as from what I can tell. We will naturally be best friends. As Port Watch and Starboard Watch, we are in charge of the compartments deck log, which is a record of all happening in the compartment all day and all night. We must make sure it is written in properly, with proper spelling and handwriting and wording. It looks to be a tedious job, but it seems easy enough. Of course, we havent entered Cart Phase yet, I will get back to you on that.
We have all just finished our medical testing, and shots, etc and will be moving into our permanent compartment monday. We are all excited to get there, and start some normalcy. We have gotten the first wave of our uniforms and sea bag, and even at this stage, it is all incredibly heavy. I can only imagine once we get the rest. Which, from reading the sheet, looks like the heavier stuff.
I figure I will make the best of the situation I have put myself in. I do have Sims (the shockingly red head) and well, these letters.

Love,
AP

Sandra,
I know I left you at the worst of times. You are getting a divorce, and you are pregnant at the same time. But I must at the same time live my life. Still, do not be afraid to write me and tell me how I can help, or any advice I can render. I do not know how fast they deliver the mail, but I hope that any advice I give you reaches you in a timely manner.
I do not know what to currently say on your situation except stay strong and suck him dry. If he wishes to divorce you when you have just gotten pregnant, then he deserves to loose any money he percures. I hope you at least put some aside for the child.
Well we have arrived in our permanent compartment and given our permanent bunks. I sleep on the port side of the compartment as I am port watch, and the friend I have made in the compartment sleeps on the starboard side, which is closest to the RDC's office and the deck log. After a night in the compartment and me and Sim's first stab at maintaining the deck log, it seems that Starboard watch will be the one getting reamed most of the time by the RDC's. We made a huge boo boo the first night, and our Chief laid into Sim's with a ferocity that was a sight to see. I think it brought poor Sim's to tears...shockingly. He seemed like such a stoic figure, but the reaming totally shook his foundation. As I had not been the one to receive it up the ass, all I could do was console Sim's and vow that it would never happen again.
The shower situation here is quite absurd. Upon being here for a little time, I noticed the vast amounts of hand sanitizer they lay around the ships. They also seem keen on keeping disease and sickness to a minimum at boot camp. You'd think with that thought in mind, they would allow us longer showers. Each person, or side as our RCPO (pronounced R-Poc) has divied up has essentially only 10 minutes to sud up and shower. Keep in mind, there are 60 of us, and about only 10 shower heads in the compartment, it just doesn't seem possible to get clean.
I think I might sneak midnight showers for myself. I do make up the watch bill for the compartment. It would be easy for me to put someone sympathetic to my plight as night watch so they wont snitch on me to the RDC's.

Forever,
AP

Johnny,
You will forever remain my best friend, but I must say, the guy I have gotten closest with in the compartment has lived such the interesting life. And it is hard not to be captivated by his personality. I feel like a giddy school girl with a crush on the coolest boy in the school. Except I am in boot camp and Sim's is not the coolest in the compartment, nor does he want to be. I would say the cool guy in this whole outfit is the RCPO. I must admit, he is a natural born leader, and cute to boost. He seems straighter than an arrow though so I keep my distance.
But anyway, Sim's and me have become thick as thieves. The terror of the RDC's wrath over the deck log, binding us ever closer together. Did you know there are people, other than the Crocodile Hunter (bless his heart) who wrestle alligators and crocodiles? Sim's is one of those people. He says he and his father have gone to Australia before just for this exercise. It would explain his seemingly shocking persona. I have never used shockingly as an adjective so much to describe a single person, but this guy takes the cake. The more I learn about him, the more I wish I were this kid. He just eeks cool to me. Although, I am the only person he has told this story too. I think he knows people would flock if they knew what he's done. And I think he is happy letting the RCPO live in the lime light. I won't be telling his story to anyone, I like having him as a friend too much. And it isn't like we really get to talk all that much. We mostly sit in front of our racks reading our training guides. I feels like crying sometimes learning about rank and recognition.

Shockingly forever,
AP

Darius love,
I am barely two weeks into boot camp and I have already scored. Me and Starboard Watch decided to take to the 00-02 watch as this is the time that the OOD likes to come into to inspect the deck log. We were tired (or more Starboard was) of getting reamed by the RDC's the next morning for the red mess the OOD likes to make on the decklog at midnight, so we decided to play interference.
Long behold, Petty Officer 2nd class (study pays off I guess) Serano walks in with a shit eating grin on his face, hoping to dry his red pen out only to find that he had nothing to mark on us. We obviously ruined his night by having an immaculate deck log because he made us drop those God awful guard belts and do mountain climbers until he got bored. Thankfully he got bored early, and left in a huff. We ended up laughing it off and carrying on the watch.
With me as the night watch, I got quite the perfect view of Starboards muscular ass in his NWU's and couldn't help but stare and pop a boner. Another wet dream night it seemed until he turned around and caught me in what must have looked like the most intense eye fucking his ass has ever seen. Luckily he only smiled and walked over to me.
"You know, I thought you were a fruit, but I wasn't going to say anything. I hoped you finished fucking me in your little fantasy" he said with the sexiest grin on his face.
"I...uhhhh...well I was close...hehe" I was so flustered I thought I was going to piss myself.
"Why don't we go on a joint rove, and make sure the heads are on point. Chief didn't check the heads, and I don't think they are squared off" He had a handful of my dick as he said these words, and that's all I needed to follow.
As I have said before, everything about this kid is shocking, and so are his blowjobs. It took all I had in me not to moan to the high heavens my please, because he was doing things to my dick, no other man has ever done. He licked and sucked, and suctioned and stroked in ways that I must ask him to teach me in private one of these days. I came in a good 1 minute and returned the favor on him. I have to admit, I was embarrassed doing it after the masterful work he did on me, but I still did my best. I pulled out all my best moves, but I don't think I still came close.
Darius, how does one come off so out of this world as this guy? A redhead no doubt!

Forever in love,
AP
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[Apollo]

Dear Mother,
Remember when I said the deck log would be a piece of cake, yeah scratch that thought. It is the bane of my existence. It truly makes you question the intelligence of human beings every few hours me and Sim's weed through it for the stupidest of mistakes. You would think after two weeks, people would learn that race track 8's just aren't acceptable, or that there is a script, conveniently laid out literally in front of them that they must follow. At first it was amusing seeing some of the lines the people in the division would say, but after being beatin' two or three times, it was just pure fucked up.
I felt sorry for letting Sim's get yelled at every day for the deck log, so I decided to walk up there with him as whenever they yelled for Starboard watch. I consider this the worst thing I have done since coming into boot camp. Not I get beat along with him for every little mistake. While I am in great shape, nothing prepares you for mountain climbers, rolling right into eight count body builders. At night, so many of us in the division sing along to the eight counts. It haunts our dreams that counting to eight. The RDC's know this too, that's why they added a catching rhythm to it.
I will say though, me and Sim's have become little RDC's in our own right, yelling at the other recruits for their little mistakes. He is good cop, I am bad cop. I don't know if Sim's actually knows how to yell in anger, he is just so laid back and chill. It is...calming to me most of the time. Other times I keep him away from me so I can yell at the roving watch for forgetting a period here, or double stroking there.
On to other things though, you really should consider getting that couch we saw at the store just before I left. I can tell you want it, just from mentioning it in this letter. I think it will make you feel better about moving into a smaller house. Which was a good move for you, all that room with no kids. You and dad don't need it, all it did was make it slower for you to get from point a to point b.
I wouldn't object to the living room being a maroonish red color, it would really offset that couch and make the whole house pop. It's your house though, do with it what you want.

Love,
AP

Johnny,
I find trying to write a watch bill in the compartment to be near impossible. All the little recruits come up to you requesting times, asking if they are on tonight, I was on last night. It all becomes annoying after the third one, so I retire to the little partition set aside for the yeomen in the RDC's office. The yeomen himself is a riot. A good ole' boy from Texas, he has such a thick accent and walks like he has riddin on a horse more than he has walked.
Me and him share hilarious stories about hunting, and fishing, baseball, and well...boys. Of all the random people to be gay, he turns out to be part of the family. I know you had doubts about the level of gayness in the Navy, but he kind of puts your whole argument to shame. He is nothing feminine, likes nothing girly at all, and is pure man. I was taken aback when he mentioned his boyfriend back home. I was wondering if he knew that Don't Ask Don't Tell still existed and more, how did he know I was family? He claims he saw me checking out my 2nd RDC's ass, which I most likely was, and that was all he needed to know.
We rarely talk about guys as we are usually both busy handling our respective jobs and never really have any privacy, but that is all fine and dandy with me. One shouldn't get to distracted with boys. I notice how distracted you get with the female variety. Nearly cost you your job last I remembered. I would say the yeomens job is a little bit harder than mines. While he doesn't really have to maintain the level of perfection we do on the deck log and watch bill, he still has to maintain all the recruits hard cards for the division, and there is sixty of us. Along with taking care of any paperwork the RDC's delegate to him. And with all of that, still has time to study and participate in all the division activities etc. I wonder why he finds the time to check out the guys in here. None, all too impressive let me tell you.
I think once I graduate, me, you , Sims, and the yeomen must go fishing. I imagine we will all sit back, relax, joke and occasionally Sim's will go wrestle a particularly large catfish into the boat. He said he has never done this, but there is a first for everything.

Forever,
AP

Sandra honey,
Stop crying over spilled rotten milk. You always told me you never thought he loved you, and this is only confirming it to you. Take it as your liberation as you prepare to have a child, and live splendidly off your soon to be ex's riches. Don't wallow in despair over that short little troll. He didn't seem like he could perform in bed, and to tell the truth, I was surprised when you told me you were pregnant. I didn't think leprechauns could have children. I just assumed they spring from their pots of gold. One can only hope the kids get our side of the families genes. I would hate to see you give birth to a leprechaun, but perhaps the kid could make you rich? Just a thought.
I would move out of the house. Lots of bad memories, and it will only make you more depressed. Apartments really aren't that bad until the divorce is over. Just take out a 3 month lease or similar and live out of there. You already have furniture, so no need to buy new stuff, and the rest could go into storage, or eBay. I doubt the leprechaun will mind much,
Well our division just passed our first phase of boot camp. We had been practicing all week for the inspection and the test and it was all a cake walk. When the FQA got to me, my Navy Working Uniform was squared away, and I answered my question with ease. As for the rest of the division...not so much. Barely any of them knew the answers to the questions he asked, although we all looked pretty the FQA said. Needless to say, we all got beat for 2 hours, just before we went to PT at freedom hall for another hour.
Our RDC's say that by the end of our boot camp experience, if we don't want to learn, then we will be the most physically fit division they have ever pushed through. A few in the compartment smiled at this proposition, the rest looked on the verge of tears. Sim's and I just shrugged, we already get private beatings daily. What is it to us?

Forever,
AP

Darius love,
I have never truly met a more annoying human being than the guy who lives to the right of me in the compartment. Dubbed the "Village Idiot of California" by all of our RDC's, he is by far the most stupid and annoying boy I have ever seen. On one hand, he gets angry at the stupid things and unsquared awayness of others in the division, while with the other is the most unsquared away of us all. He is the only one in the division who failed both the uniform inspection AND got his question wrong. Never the less, he still climbs upon his high pony with two missing back legs and preaches to anyone near him who will listen. I purposefully put him on the six hour day watches as long as I can in hopes that every random petty officer, chief, etc. who walks in will take one good look at him and beat him as they talk to others. One thing he is good at oddly is the deck log, so putting him on those watches does not hurt me or starboard in the least.
I think I have caught the eye of our 3rd RDC. Me and yeomen were discussing in great detail the differences in attitudes of tops and bottoms and how two of the same will never work, without ever realizing our 3rd RDC had walked in and heard the entire conversation. Imagine the look of pure horror on our face when he chimed in with his own opinion. It was really just to shut the fuck up about that gay shit and go sit in the comapartment, but a day later when we were getting ready for PT. He blatantly changed into his PT gear in front of me, with the door to the office closed and me only a few feet from his cock. Which looked ever so lovely in his white Hanes boxer briefs. The entire time he changed, my eyes never left his package, and his eyes never left my face. I don't know why, but I didn't grab for it. I know he would have let me, and I definitely wanted it, but some force kept my hand down. Next time though, stand by, it is going into my mouth. Starboard and the Yeomen gave me the most evil of looks when I told them the story, they now both want a piece of the petty officer, but I am totally in the lead.
Me and Starboard still fool around nightly and daily in little nooks and corners. It is surprisingly not that hard to get away with it in here, even with 60 bored and searchful eyes in the compartment. Yeomen knows what is going on between us and has joined in. Me and Starboard have decided to take the mid watch at least twice and week, and this week we brought Yeomen in on it with us. We found that the laundry room is much more secluded as it has a door and a whole 'nother drying room with bags full of comfortable enough dirty and clean clothes to lay on.
I have never been a fan of barebacking, with the disease and the HIV. I have always made sure that all my fucks wrapped up before entering this temple. But with the Yeomans word and visual proof of our medical records, we're all STD free so I let it pass me by. Of course, there was another little snag, no lube. The first time me and Starboard decided to fuck, we were quite peeved on how to get it in without tearing either of us a new asshole, and just decided agaisnt it. Of course, leave it to the Yeomen, with his massively thick cock to suggest spit, and further explain to us the benefits of spit to me and Starboard's skeptical eyes. It certainly worked wonders in getting it in comfortably, although it still hurt like a motherfucker.
Yeomen laid into me like a jackhammer, he fucked me so good my ass is still spasming as I write this letter to you. I fucked Starboard nice and hard in the ass and we all sucked each other. At one point, we were all fucking each other in a train, and performed a circle blow on each other. It was the most fun I have ever had in a threesome, and funnily enough, it happened in boot camp. The place where men go crazy with rabid horniness because of the lack of pussy. If only the breeders would try men, they'd never have to deal with such things.
There was one snafu in the night though. RCPO caught us in the middle of the fuck train. He looked so scandalized. I couldn't help but laugh at him. He was close to running, but Yeomen pulled him in and calmed him down. We ended up all working on his pecker wood. RCPO is this Hispanic cholo with the smoothest caramel skin and a caramel dick that was a decent size. He came like a gizer in all of our mouths. I think after the triple blow job we gave him, our secret is safe. But one never knows.

Forever,
AP
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[DonQuixote]

Apollo,
I've just finished your first marathon letter post.
Still have to read #2, but have to get moving.

An interesting approach.
I am enjoying the slants/perspectives you do so well in angling, depending on whom you are writing.

I laughed at dear old mom's letter as compared to the more intimate musings to Apollo.

Thanks. I'll try to get to the next installment later today.

 

[Horschallen]

Nice way of writing a story.

 

[DonQuixote]

Apollo,
I just finished catching up.
The letters continue to entertain, especially the last one - as boot camp heats up - a little bareback horse riding, huh?

The Yeoman sounds like a beer can cock.

And, I bet the RCPO had a smile on his face after the 3-way blow job, lol. Threesome cum foursome?!

I'm enjoying your literary talents quite a bit.

Thanks for sharing with us.

 

[EasyRory]

Nice start. "The Boy Who ..." was a great book. An ex-Navy Corpsman told me it was very accurate - the parts about being a corpsman, that is.

Looking forward to your next chapter.

 

[Apollo]

definitely not as good as the first two installments, but I swear to pick back up the original pace.
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Dear Mother,
We recently recieved two new flags to add to our little formation when we marched. Our academic flag for getting a decent enough score on test 1, and our athletics flag for everyone getting a decent enough score on our first boot camp PFA. Apparently it counted for nothing, just a way to tell the RDC's what will really needed to be worked on in the coming weeks for our 2nd and final PFA which actually counts. Nevertheless, our RDC's were angry with out performance. Especially our 2nd RDC who thought that our intense beatings would at least prepare us for the push ups and sit ups portion. He had a look of pure shame on his face when we got back to the compartment. I imagined the push up portion alone made him want to cry. I noticed the whole time as he was ranting and raving that Chief had a shit eating grin on his face over the who debacle. He let the PO Cond vent, but even he thought he was a little too serious for the first PFA.
We will be our Chiefs last division, so his level of caring is near zero. Yet, he still finds reasons to beat us for the small things we miss. One thing we have heard enough in boot camp is, "attention to detail" Which I doubt anyone of my generation knows anything about. Still, after getting beat over and over for the toilet paper not being dressed off at twelve o clock, or the shower nozzles in the head not all facing down, one begins to notice these things. There was almost an outright mutiny agaisnt the head crew for the little mistakes in the head to which a quite entertaining fight broke out during taps when the RDC's were probably sleeping in their homes.
Me, Sim's, Yeomen, and the AROC decided to find a nice quite spot with a great view, and watch the action. I haven't really mentioned our AROC, except to say he sings the cadence when we are marching and is considered the second in charge behind the RCPO. He is a soothingly mellow person at all times. He has a deep baritone voice that sounds like the best of the motown singers you used to always play when I was a child. A tall, thin, black fellow. He has piercing eyes, and such a laid back persona that one forgets he is there half the time. Although, when we are singing, everyone is looking his way. We have to be the best sounding division to be marching down the sidewalk going for one place to another. Every single one of the RDC's walk with a little pip in their step as we march, they always look like their first born just became president, it is hilarious. One thing we do know about Thomas (AROC) is that he hates drama, and gets away from it at all costs. So when it started to erupt, me and Sim's naturally looked for Thomas and went to sit with him.
The battle raged for a good hour, the entire time, me wishing I had some popcorn for this cinema. Our Master at Arms had a problem with all the beatings we were accumulating. He mostly focused on the Head PO who was a no bullshit type of guy with no spine. It makes no sense, I know, but that is what he was. He would never stick up for himself or really get in anyones face, but in the same breath, took no bullshit from anyone. And when the MA started getting in his face, at first he accepted it and tried to bargain and reason with the division who had all joined the MA's side except his head crew who stood strong with their leader. But at some point, and don't really remember when, because it came so out of left field, I swear I blacked out for a second. He told off the MA is so many beautiful words that everyone was left with their mouth open. The MA stammered for a come back, but eventually realized that he had lost this battle. Amidst a growing laughter at the sacrifice of the MA, he went to his rack, jumped in and went acted like he was asleep. I am willing to bet he was crying though.
After the MA melted away, the Head PO laid down some ground rules for the head. I guess his scuffle with the MA helped him to grow a pair, because he told everyone in the division what he expected out of the head. And if they didn't want to comply, well, it was now going to be their ass on the black line, no more division beatings. Of course, he is not an RDC, so he can't guarantee such a thing, but it sure sounded convincing.
We will see if his words reached anyone.
Love,
AP

Johnny,
We recently recieved two new flags which has made the PFC's job a little more challenging. It used to be that only he and the Guide On would wake up earlier than everyone else and take the flags outside, uniform of the day and all. But now he must select two more people from his stick crew to wake up and take their perspective sticks out with him, uniform of the day and all.
The PFC is a cool enough fellow. Very short, about 25 and played college baseball for U-Mass. He has a degree and all, but still decided to become an enlisted man instead of an officer. I have yet to ask him why he chose the lowest of the totem poll, but I am sure it is an uninteresting story. For his size, he is still marginally attractive, and walks with a confidence that makes one think he is taller than he seems. He is one of the coveted Nukes in the division. All the Nukes and intelligence people in the division have to go through a whole extra layer of bullshit while in RTC Great Lakes. Special physicals, special considerations, this that and the rest. It all seems tiresome to me just to get radiation poisoning and have deformed babies, yet they do it. I guess the fat bonus they receive is worth all the extra hassle.
I have taken to making up a little calender in my ricky notebook. It is my official countdown to the end of the evil that is boot camp, and when I finished drawing it up, I cried. I still have four more weeks in this place, and soon things will be slowing down. Next week is aptly named "hell week" because we will have a full schedule ahead of us. Earlier wake ups, too much shit to do, and our next inspection for the second phase of boot camp. But that isn't what bothers me, what bothers me is what comes after hell week, boredom. I sneaked a peak at the little black book that the RDC's carry around, and after next week, there is a lot of lull time.
On a side note on the little black book. It is a typed out schedule of our entire boot camp experience. Everything has been accounted for, pencilled in, etc. It is quite impressive.
Still doesn't stop me from crying though.
Forever,
AP

Sandra,
"Revielle, Revielle. All hands heave out and trice up. Uniform of the day is as follows, navy working uniform, wear; watch catch, wear down; ski mask, wear; parka, wear with liner; scarf, wear; wear thick gloves, set chill condition 2. "
One would think hell would be warm, but oh how I was mistaken.
Forever cold,
AP

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear Apollo,
Great Lakes Training, huh?
I have some old friends who went through there.
One, specifically to become a nuke.
You ain't in San Diego, that's for sure.

Didn't you get the Fur-liined Jock Straps when you mustered in? lol

Enjoying your style.

 

[Apollo]

Dear Apollo,
Great Lakes Training, huh?
I have some old friends who went through there.
One, specifically to become a nuke.
You ain't in San Diego, that's for sure.

Didn't you get the Fur-liined Jock Straps when you mustered in? lol

Enjoying your style.

lol they shut down San Diego RTC a while ago. Great Lakes is the only Navy boot camp left for enlisted sailors.

I wish we did get the furlined jock straps, my experience might have been different.

 

[DonQuixote]

lol they shut down San Diego RTC a while ago. Great Lakes is the only Navy boot camp left for enlisted sailors.

I wish we did get the furlined jock straps, my experience might have been different.

To be honest, I wasn't even really considering whether SD had a training facility - I just knew it was a major Naval Base, and a lot warmer than Great Lakes, lol.

I live on the beautiful Southern shores of Lake Ontario - I think Great Lakes training center gets even colder than we do.

 

[Apollo]

To be honest, I wasn't even really considering whether SD had a training facility - I just knew it was a major Naval Base, and a lot warmer than Great Lakes, lol.

I live on the beautiful Southern shores of Lake Ontario - I think Great Lakes training center gets even colder than we do.

yeah, the base is right on the lake, so we get that cold bitter lake wind that is apparently slightly colder than anywhere else.

 

[DonQuixote]

Actually, in the Winter, the Lake is WARMER than the ground.

That's why we get the lake effect - the relatively warm lake water evaporates into the dry, cold air, then is dumped on land as the elevation rises.

But, the wide open space allows for a brutal cold wind to come down from the north.

 

[Apollo]

Actually, in the Winter, the Lake is WARMER than the ground.

That's why we get the lake effect - the relatively warm lake water evaporates into the dry, cold air, then is dumped on land as the elevation rises.

But, the wide open space allows for a brutal cold wind to come down from the north.

Whatever it was had me crying. Especially in downtown chicago. If Chicago wasn't so amazing, I would have never gone back in winter time.

Then again, after so many times in Chicago, you start doing the townie thing.

Ian's Pizza is AMAZING by the way.

 

[DonQuixote]

If I ever get back to Chi-town - last time there was before I got married - maybe 76 or 77.

I have a cousin who lives there, some companies I do business with, but no real reason to go.

 

[Apollo]

I should add, that this meant to be a book, and is supposed to go all the way to his A school, into his first duty station, and possibly him in Afghanistan. I am trying to write from my experience (i never had sex in boot camp) so if I ever continue to Afghanistan, it might be awhile before I post such letters as I have not gone yet.

And I don't really know if I want to make him a corpsman, but I don't know the workings of any other A school, soooooooo...
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Johnny,
I must admit, our one time at Giordonno's was magical. You brought your current girlfriend, I brought the guy I was semi-dating at the time. The look on your ex's face was just to die for. She didn't know what to do with herself. I could see the wheels working in her tiny little blond head.
"Soooo, if he has a gay best friend, who has a gay boyfriend...am I dating a gay guy right now?"
You know how your kind is with homosexicals and their friends. No straight guy could ever be bisexual, OR have a gay best friend. The cosmos - sorry God - would never allow it! I am sorry if it was me who broke up that...happy union. She did look like a good lay in bed. Did she like to scratch? You told me you loved when girls did that from time to time.
So there is a new level of horror to the job of Port Watch. Now that the ship is full, the quarterdeck must be manned. And damned be if the staff will do it! So we have ships staff for that. About four of the people with no compartment job got picked to be ships staff. There duties: To man the quarterdeck for both entrances of the ship, maintain the cleanliness of the quarterdeck, and take temperature for ever compartment in the ship. All a do about nothing, I guess it is another way for us to learn about to the day to day of the real navy.
But because of all this, and because we must coordinate schedules and whatnot with the rest of the ship, there is a little thing called the Port Watch Mandatory. I guess the RDC's noticed that they do like to pick on Starboard Watches a little more frequently that Port, so these fall onto the seconds. It is relatively simple. We must only put down when one of the ships staff is SIQ (sick in quarters) or LLD (light limited duty) along with the PT schedule for the day. God forbid anyway miss a second of PT time. I doubt I will get yelled at over it. I must simply post it outside the door before dinner chow. No oversite over this piece of paper from RDC's.
Oh, and I must maintain the ship staff watchbill when the ships Port, Starboard, or Yeomen stops by to hand it to me. I get two of them, and on goes in the hallowed yeomens pouch, for his records, and one goes on the board for all to see.
Thinking about it today as I shined my boots. I feel sort of sorry for ships staff. They are under the scrutiny of every RDC in the ship, including Senior Chief, who is the ships LCPO (lead chief petty officer) and the ships officer, the very young and beautiful Lt. Dantrope. I think the Lt. is fresh out of the academy. I notice Senior Chief kind of runs him and the show.
Hell week has commenced, and I am not all that excited. We have to wake up earlier than normal for more bullshit than normal. We now have a full sea bag, so inbetween the marching everywhere from sunday, we must fold and stow our new stuff. It was so exciting getting the rest of the sea bag, my dress blues and white. Our navy service uniforms. All very pretty, but now more stuff to get hit on in inspections. This will not be pretty.

Forever,
AP

P.S. I wasn't calling you a bisexual, I know very well your straight as an arrow. I know how sensitive you are about such things.


Darius love,
You know, I never imagined you an interior designer. You were always one of those gays who shied away from the more feminine things in the community, including the more flaming boys. I think it was because you refused for the longest to admit you were truly apart of the family. Instead, sticking to the idea that you were bisexual. I remember when you attempted to date that one chick. Julianne I think her name was. I also remember the good laugh I had when I found out you puked all over her when you tried to sleep with her. She told me that you took one look at her pussy and upchucked the very expensive dinner you spent on her. Good thing she wasn't a sympathy puker, the idea probably would have had me going.
No, I figured you'd try for a "manly" trade of construction or architecture. Although, there are plenty of queers designing tasteful, and not so tasteful buildings for people with too much money. You do a good job at interior design, and the husbands always like you when you are presenting your designs. How many married clients have you slept with to date? I remember you used to make a game of it.
Do you remember my last letter? I talked about the RCPO walking in on our little fuck train? Remember how I said we all gave him a triple blowjob to which the cum flowed like a stream? Yeah, well it seems that that won't be enough to keep him silent. When he had some downtime this week (a rarity), he pulled all three of us into the laundry room and said he planned on telling the RDC's what we did. Apparently he has a moral objection to it all. Yeomen broke down and started graveling, and Starboard looked ready to kill RPCO. I, as usual, had to be the voice of reason and talk the RCPO out of it. I knew it wouldn't be for nothing to blow the RCPO, and have him accept. I quickly reminded him, that if he ratted on us, he too would be out of a job. And for the RCPO, who was fresh from high school, with no money and no way to go to college, this didn't sit pretty with him. He quickly changed his position on the matter and left. As we left the drying room, our Chief happened to be in the laundry room feeling up his coffee pot, imagine our surprise. We don't think he heard anything, but one never knows. One thing is for sure though, I don't think I will be enjoying the pleasures of sex for the rest of my time here.
For the rest of the day, me, starboard and yeomen just kept our distance, and watched RCPO to see what he was going to do. RCPO, and I must give him credit for this, acted as though nothing happened, and treated us as if we didn't just have an intense conversation, or that we knew how far his cum could go. It calmed us all down, and me and Starboard by the end of the night were back to shooting the shit in the staff office with the medical yeomen. He is really never here the medical yeomen, probably why he is the weakest in the division, never around to get beat. Some think he is blowing one of the RDC's, but he is farthest from gay as I can tell. But one can never tell. Yeomen has latched on the the AROC, I think he is done being our friend. All for the best I guess, he really can't afford to get kicked out of the navy. He will be a friend sorely missed, his accent was one to die for.
Me and PO Rose have gotten closer since our little encounter behind the partition. I now know a little of his life story, and he knows a little of mine. When talking about of past romances, he is careful never to say he or she, and never alludes to the sex of his partners. Really all one needs to know when declaring gay or straight. Of course, he could be a staunch bisexual, one never knows in these matters. I think I might be close to getting into his pants. His crotch "accidentally" brushed against my hand, and my hand "accidentally" grabbed the head of his dick. He was slightly taken aback, but kind of just smiled at me and went on with his business.

Forever,
AP

Mother,
Truly you can't be that disatisfied with your new house. Surely you do not need all that extra space to make you so happy? A smaller house will do you good in your advanced age, and your bank account isn't what it used to be. I always tried to warn you off those expensive jaunts to Monaco, but you always brought me along so I never warned you hard enough. You will be fine in your new house. Just finish with the remodel, and then it will fill like all those tasteful modern designed homes you drool at in all your magazines.
Things have gotten boring here. After hell week, things quieted down a lot around here. One of the biggest shockers is that we haven't been beaten in a good 2 days. We all walk around with a little PTSD working on our brains. We still hear the 8 counts in our head, and many of the crowd shouters keep warning today is gonna be the day they beat us. But to be honest, the RDC's have become, well, nice to all of us. I have known nice RDC's for awhile. As ship staff, they treat us marginally better than the rest, but the whole compartment now sees the humor of our RDC's. Usually we were only treated to humor as we were sweating all over the floor.
I guess since we are at the halfway mark, there is no need for all the excessive yelling and beatings. We have essentially been brainwashed, but there is still a lot to learn.
One thing to look forward to in the coming week is SAM-T and Live Fire. I hope to make expert, but who knows. We all know I am proficient with a gun, but I have no idea the grading scale.
I just found out that Sim's has climbed Mt. Everest. He hasn't gone to the peak, but he has been far up there. I only endures me to him more.
I think you should start a garden in the yard, maybe you will like the place more?

Love,
AP

Dear Sandra,
It is so wonderful that he has decided to give you a small chunk of his fortune, but he only does this so that you don't suck him dry. I think he realizes that divorcing you the minute he found out you were pregnant was maybe the wrong approach. Still, he should be taken for everything he is worth. It is the least you owe the coming baby. Do you know yet if it is a boy or a girl? I bet it's a boy. God seems to enjoy spiting you, and what better way then to give you a male child of that worthless thing you call a husband.
If you ever take him back, I will disown you as my sister. Sure you are addicted to his rather large penis, but there are others in the sea I am sure. You really should think about the long term and maybe start looking for a new man. Then again, you are pregnant, what am I thinking. Maybe in two years or so when the kid has learned to poop by himself? You are far too beautiful to get stuck alone with a child for the rest of your life, and let's not hope your gorgeous figure goes to waste, that would be the worst thing to happen.
You know, upon picking back up this letter, maybe you should go talk to Dillan from our childhood? He is still single, and has always been in love with you. Sure he isn't much to look at, but someone once told me that he was well endowed? Maybe you should investigate for yourself. Spare me the details if it happens, I could care less another mans penis size.
Food for thought.

Forever,
AP

Johnny,
Do you remember that girl Julianne? The one you fucked after she was traumatized by Darius? How is she doing, I kind of want to send her a letter while I am here. She was always a riot when drunk, and I am always up for a good laugh from time to time.
As I we get closer to the end, I dream more and more about the things I will do and eat once out of this place. I hope you make time to come up, I so want to see your face. Prepare for a big wet kiss on the lips though when I see you. I will be that happy to see you and everyone else. Hey, bring Julianne if you can, seeing her drunk in all this snow will fill me with happy memories for a lifetime I am sure.
Do dress thick though, the weather seems to only get worse. I think if we could fit our parka hoodies over the ski mask with watch cap down, we would. We can barely seen ten feet in front of us which makes marching a pain. We haven't marched outside in step for a while, which is a blessing and a curse at the same time. No street hits from FQA's, but at the same time, I think I am missing a chunk of skin from the back of my shins. If the section leader behind me keeps stepping into me, I might turn around next time and shove his own head up his own ass. Lord knows he looks like he enjoys such a thing.
You know, I never shared one of the little things I get to say as port watch. Whenever we march, I am in the front section with most of the other ships staff. It goes like this.
RCPO: "Columns of three, PORT WATCH SECTION FORWARD!"
Me: "PORT WATCH SECTION FORWARD!"
Sim's: "STARBOARD WATCH SECTION STAND FAST!"
We start off on the grinder in columns of three, then as we begin to march out, we split in to a front section, the port section, and the aft section, the starboard section. After I call my little line out, I am done. It is then for the RCPO and the AROC to run the show. RCPO is by himself on the street side middle of the division with the AROC by himself in the very back of the division calling cadence. RCPO must call all turns, and halts, directed by the Guide On who pumps his Guide On flag, which has our division number on it, indicating a turn or a halt. The RCPO got a mighty fine looks scabbered to carry around for all this fan fare. I must say, when they presented it to him, I was jealous. But he has to learn how to use it properly, and salute with it should be see an officer walking on the street, so the envy quickly escaped me.
Everything in boot camp is so coordinated, one must wonder if a gay man had a hand in all of it? This is the navy afterall.

Forever,
AP

Darius love,
So what does one do all day in boot camp when there is nothing to do? Well let me tell you Darius! We practice drilling to a pre-recorded command tape and go to the drill hall and march and march and march, and march some more until we get it semi-right. These are the things to be graded on on our next inspection. It is such a pain and a bore. I almost have the entire tape memorized by now.
The people who have it worse than we do though are the sticks. The six sticks, along with the Guide On and PFC and RCPO spend ours drilling to that tape, getting yelled at constantly when they don't raise or lower a stick properly. The entire division maybe does it once or twice a day, they do it three or four times a day. Because while the entire division has to do it, the FQA is usually only looking at the sticks, the RCPO and the AROC. AROC really does nothing but take the yeomens pouch and stow it properly in the drill hall, but the RCPO must learn all the ways to move the scabre he now wields. This has put the AROC in a odd place. He now must keep the division in order while the RCPO is otherwise engaged with his little sword. Like I have mentioned in the past, the AROC does not like conflict, and he certainly doesn't like having to take charge. Me, Starboard, and Yeomen have stepped up to help him of course. Mostly Starboard and I as Yeomen is usually busy doing shit.
So I had an interesting conversation with Chief and PO Rose today. The subject you may ask? Homosexuality. I was in there with both of them talking about sports state, which are the only news I get from the outside besides letters, and it went into homosexuality. It was quite the convo and me and PO Rose shifted uneasily the entire time. It was mostly Chief ranting about how he doesn't really care about homosexuals, and that he is ok with them being in the Navy. Hell, he has seen many on ships, and even got two of them together. But, and the but eventually came, there was a time a place for such things, and such feelings...
I think this was his not to subtle way of informing me and PO Rose that he isn't an idiot. Duly noted.

Forever,
AP
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[DonQuixote]

Apollo,
Thanks for the continued in depth look at Navy Basic Training, with its multiple faceted points of view.

I'm enjoying your letters to the homefront in their myriad flavors.
Looks like the sex train has hit a potential wall.

 

[Apollo]

not the best writing
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Dear Mother,
My chief once told me that everything you could possibly do in the Navy, every action or job, has a manual. And so does boot camp. It is this huge red binder with instructions to every single thing that we do in boot camp. It even comes with a selection of cadences for marching and running. I have never seen so orchestrated a show, and yet I am mesmorized.
All through boot camp, our RDC's would sit down at the second table, with us sitting down in front of them or at our racks listening to this instruction or that. How to fold our clothes, how to make our beds, wear our NWU's or other uniforms. Everything is accounted for in that book. I sometimes wonder if the other services boot camps have a similar book. Maybe a green one for the army? Who knows. And if the RDC's ever forget something, the red book has the answer.
This is of course complemented by the little wallet sized black book that is the schedule of our 8 weeks here. Everyday is marked down and the times scheduled. Of course, the schedule changes frequently due to weather, or running over time. Our POW (plan of the day) is daily marked up with a change in times for things. I noticed that there is usually a bit of flexibility in time from one thing to another, except for chow. We always show up on time, and no division I have seen has dared to show up later than the assigned time on the POW. Changed or not. I wonder why this is? I bet anything the answer is simple, but my brain has been stolen from me during my stay at RTC Great Lakes, and it will not be given back until graduation from this place.
I do hope you have penciled in my graduation date, I refuse to be ASMO'd for anything short of spraining an ankle. No amount of shin splints, or stress fractures will kick me out. We have lost a number of people to divisions a week or two behind us because of it. Those poor saps, they must now be here longer than they wanted. I can only shed a tear for them.
We are getting to the fun stuff. We will doing Marlin Spike soon which is basic Boatswains Mates work, and firefighting a week or two after that. I can't wait, they both sound too fun to be true.
Do keep your head above the water mother, I'd hate to see you a lonely widdow. Lord knows I won't be entertaining you, you have Sandra for that.
Love,
AP

Sandra,
I feel like you are slowly loosing your mind. Has paranoia set in since you have last written me? Your soon-to-be-ex-husband is not trying to kill you. He just wishes to never see you or your unborn child ever. Even if he must pay child support for 18 years. I know this isn't what you want to hear, and I probably shouldn't have written that to you in your delicate state, but I feel it is the only way to settle you back on Earth.
I notice that as much as you think he wants to kill you, you also think he wants you back. To quote that comedian who isn't all that funny, "he just isn't that into you". Darling, you really should find some type of male companion. A gay friend or something? Something with a penis and a deep voice to sooth your loneliness and despair. I am far too far away to be that person, and you need someone stat.
But alas, you are not alone. I feel depression setting in as I sit in this bland compartment, smiling, and staring at deck logs, and "Port watch section forward", and PTing, and all the stinky men around here. All of the yelling, and unnecessary anger and bitching from the other recruits. It's tiresome. I feel I may be sharing a room with you in Bellevue sometime shortly.
We could reminiscence about child hood.
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Forever,
AP

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Johnny,
Men often joke of the emotions of women. How there feuds and dislikes, and drama is uniquely womenly and men are just so much simpler. So many comedians say that men need only three things in life, food, sex, and sports. Well let me tell you, how wrong all men are to think this. After spending so much time in this compartment, I feel as if I am about to sprout boobs and my dick is about to recede into my stomach to form a immacualtely tight pussy. Maybe then you might fuck me eh?
I feel as if I am about to explode any minute and tell these people off, but I hold my tongue, and merely punish those who are the biggest drama queens with the worst watches. But I doubt you can imagine what I am talking about. Allow me to share some of the stories.
Johnson is the Forward Hold PO. He is in charge of maintaining the cleaning supplies locker in the compartment and making sure it looks straight. It is the easiest, and hardest job at the same time in the compartment. So many small details to make sure are straight, yet so easy to keep all these things in line. He doesn't really like the guy who helps him with the forward hold, and often they fight over the smallest things. To add icing to the cake, they have bunks right next to each other. Often, they go to sleep glaring at each other, and one might start a fight then and there. I sometimes wonder why they don't fuck and get it over with.
One day, they were so busy feuding that neither of them checked to see if the forward hold was on spot. It wasn't, and an FQA had the pleasure of writing two hits on it. Bringing down our compartment score. I have never seen the RDC's beat someone so intensely. They were drenched in sweat. A literal puddle under them. They still hate each other.
The Head crew is a bunch of lazy fools who expect the Head PO to do most of the work while they shoot the shit in the heads. Out of the watchful eyes of the RDC's who never really venture into the heads. Well another FQA came in and did an impromptu inspection of the spaces. 3 hits, which means a full compartment hit. They are only allowed to beat us for two hours at a time. So what did our Chief do? He sent them "around the world" to every compartment in the ship and they were beat by the RDC's of each compartment. When they came back, they couldn't walk. Two out of three of them went to medical with stress fractures. Chief took immense pleasure in immediately ASMOing all of them, including the third one back four weeks, only the Head PO survived. Seems he covered his ass frequently by informing the Chief of their incompetence.
Jennings and Asumey got into it over Asumey allegedly stealing his hair brush. We aren't even supposed to have hair brushes. Jennings got his revenge by pushing Asumey in formation while we were marching. No one saw thankfully, but there was almost a fist fight that night after taps.
Sim's and Yeomen got into a random fight over...ready for it...if you call it coke or pop. They almost came to blows in the staff office.
RCPO and AROC got into it today over the craziness going on in the compartment. Often, the RDC's chew the RCPO, MA, and AROC out over not having enough control over the recruits. Me and Sim's sometimes must listen to this as well seeing as we are apart of the Chain of Command in the division. The MA was conviently shitting during their fight, and didn't have an opinion when he finished an hour later.
I feel as if they should have scientists come in and study us. A large group of males, no attractive females around, constant stress, and no release of sexual tension except from masturbation. But masturbation is infrequent here as most of us can't seem to pop a boner (we theorize they spike the food). It would make some scientists career, let me tell you.
Please save me Johnny.

Forever,
AP

Darius love,
What do you do when two people you care for are feuding. And over the stupidest of things...wording. I feel torn between two words sometimes. Although, I don't know why. Starboard is techinically my closer friend, but I spend an ample amount of time with Yeomen and feel a sense of loyalty to him. They now hate each other because of a stupid argument over coke vs. pop. I have never seen such a childish dispute, yet they refuse to budge from their positions. I watch as they cut each other with their knives.
This of course, has created an even bigger division among our larger group of friends. Team Coke goes with Yeomen, and Team Pop goes with Sim's. Me, well I frequent both factions all day and try to stay neutral. I never realized, being Team I-don't-give-a-shit, could be so tiresome. Is this what Belgium went through back in WW2? It was Belgium right? Or was that Poland? I don't think Poland was neutral though...
Anyway, I think the best medicine is sex. So maybe I can goad them into a little midnight fun? I still fear RCPO finding out though.
Oh, and he is loving the feud. Whore.

Forever,
AP
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[Apollo]

Apollo,
Thanks for the continued in depth look at Navy Basic Training, with its multiple faceted points of view.

I'm enjoying your letters to the homefront in their myriad flavors.
Looks like the sex train has hit a potential wall.

Thanks Don, I am trying.

 

[DonQuixote]

Apollo,
Another tale from the trenches of Great Lakes boot camp.
It's getting a bit straining, wearing on them all, by the sounds of it.

You keep the log entertaining/interesting.

Thanks for continuing to share your time and talents with us.
Oh, yeah, Sis and Mumsy sound like they have some issues, lol.
(Not that that is new to this chapter.)