Seas the Day

Ok so some more funny army stories.  Like I had mentioned, I am fascinated by military life, I think that everything is quite neat.  I get to drive on post two or three times week for work,and whenever we are driving around I always just stare out the window at all the army personnel. I am always full of questions about the army and how certain logistics work.  Luckily I met two soldiers in the YSA branch to answer all my questions.  One evening I was with them and I asked them what their barracks looked like.  They thought that was a weird question but preceded to answer in, then one of them stopped in the middle and said “we can just show”  My first thought is “I’m actually allowed in the barracks?”  So we pulled up to the first soldier’s barracks and we have to go through the front door and he has to sign me in and I have to show ID. This seems way legit to me.  The lobby looked fun enough, there were table games and comfy couches and chairs.  We first stopped in the laundry room s

no privy rooms or telephones, you had your breakfast in bed before, but you won't have it their anymore." ( Just in case you don't know this song )   There is too much truth to this song in my life right now.  Ok so I'm not really part of the army, but I am so involved in army life that sometimes I like to pretend.  However it's true, that I don't have a bathroom where I am staying, I have to share with other people, and I have almost no cell reception let alone wifi where I live, so basically the song tells the truth. Though there are are a few adjustments to make I love where I am staying and I love learning all about the army. The amount of information I have learned about the army is unquenchable.  I'm not quite sure where to start.  Maybe how they have acronyms for every single thing in the world.  Such as DONSA (Day Of No Scheduled Activities aka a holiday, so why we can't just call it a holiday is beyond me).  Also the army has days called &qu

Introducing.....The new look for my blog.  I decided that the old look was childish and unprofessional, so now I am going for a new theme and an attempt to make it seem like I'm a semi-adult (which we all know is false).  Also I still don't know about the title yet, so maybe that will change as I think of new ideas.   The Cumberland River, that runs through Clarksville  Ok now time for the fun stuff.  I am going to start blogging about my summer in the south! I am spending ten weeks in Clarksville Tennessee as I do an internship at a military recreation camp.  When I say military I mean Army, which is currently my favorite branch of the military.  Clarksville is located right outside of Fort Campbell, commonly referred to as "post" around here.  Fort Campbell is located half in Kentucky and half in Tennessee, so on a weekly basis I travel to and from Kentucky.  I will write more about my "army" life in a different post, for now let's talk about ho