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Published: September 21st 2009
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Did you ever have one of those mornings that you just didn’t want to get out of bed? Welcome to my day. My mother always told me…If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it. Hmmn…Pretty good advice. It can’t really be that bad.
I felt like I had a hangover I was so tired. My eyes were squinty and my hair was going every which way when I exited the dingy building. I was greeted with a beautiful sunny day, but for some reason I was still stuck in my Hogans Heroes television show. I had escape and evasion on my mind. How would I get out of this mess that I had been so excited for. I knew that it would be uncomfortable, but this by far exceeded my expectations.
It was Sunday morning. The young soldier drove up to our building and he said he was assigned to take us to breakfast. We could tell that this was some form of punishment for him because he was’nt all that happy to be our escort. Being in a foreign country, stuck in some kind of prison barracks and not having a vehicle wasn’t thrilling us
to much either. The army food was pretty good so couldn’t complain about that. But he then dropped us off at the PX (post exchange), an army convenience store with trinkets, and said that somebody would be back to pick us up for dinner. On the long walk back to our barracks we fondly reminisced about how we missed Camp Atterbury.
The entire post was shut down for a training holiday so there was nobody for us to talk to or coordinate any logistics set up. We were lost. We were bored and mostly we were tired. So to occupy our time we spent all afternoon snooping through the building we thought all the soldiers coming from Camp Atterbury would be staying in. Oh my gosh! It’s worse than we thought… To think, I gave up my nice cushy house, my John Deere lawnmower and my puppy for all this. The adventure seemed so sad right about then.
The paint was chipped off all the walls, the bunks were lined up so close together that you could barely walk in between, no curtains on the windows, the showers had 12 nozzles and would only come on for 30
seconds at a time (to save water). No toilets in the barracks which means we will have to go outside and use the porta potties. Oh did I mention the showers are in a different building so we will have to walk to the showers and the toilets? There is no toilet paper or paper towels and the plug ins all have the Germany power so I can’t just plug in my hair dryer. I am afraid to touch anything. It’s a good thing the army issued me two bottles of hand sanitizer.
After a few hours we were both mentally and physically drained so decided to visit the Laundromat. Yeah! It had a small table to sit at and we could buy a soda. We laughed together a little bit (very little…) and decided that in a few days we could have this place all spick and span cleaned up before all the soldiers arrived from Indiana. Then we laughed a little bit more about how some days this adventure stuff is for the young. But bottom line was…We are the best ones for this job. Creativity runs through our blood and we can always look on the
bright side. We are in Germany, we saw some beautiful country side and we are together. The Torch Party will swing into action tomorrow!
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