It was so late that the course wasn't open - but the lights for the driving range were on. The ball machine was empty, so we had to collect balls off the range on foot. If you're thinking "this isn't very adventurous and/or interesting", you might be right - that is until the skunk ran out into our little formation of people gathering golf balls. The next logical step (for some of us anyways) at that point was to begin lobbing golf balls at the skunk. Cody was able to hit it and get it to raise its tail. No one got sprayed, so it turned out well in my opinion.
Earlier in the day, Josh and I went to a place to go swimming (that is definitely within 150 driving miles of Fort Benning, GA - seeing as how I didn't have a weekend pass) with some of his friends. Josh and I applied liberal amounts of sunscreen everywhere - except the parts of our backs that we couldn't reach on our own. We were both a little reluctant to ask each other "Hey, would you mind rubbing a little sunscreen on my back?" thus we both got "homophobic" sunburns.
I went to sick call this morning for mine, being that it is very painful and our class started combatives training this morning (like wrestling, only you get your opponent to submit by getting them in a position where you can cause extreme pain, break a bone, or choke them into unconsciousness - fun huh?), and it seemed like a sunburn might be EXTREMELY painful for such an activity.
Well - for my efforts to go to sick call, I got the following:
- a bottle of tylenol for my sunburn
- an ass-chewing from the captain who is in charge of my platoon (for being dumb and getting a sunburn).
By the way, I'm trying to convince Becca to fly out to Atlanta so we hang out in the middle of my training - so if you talk to her, tell her what an awesome idea it is to fly out and visit your husband while he's missing his family at Fort Benning.
Thanks for reading
Stew
3 comments:
You dork! I do want to come...with Eli.
Dude, what is with guys and the anti-touching thing? If Joe's arm was severed and his friend would have to touch him to hold it back on until (hopefully female!) paramedics arrived, they'd probably both consider the loss of an arm a fair trade. The friend would probably cut an arm of his own off to make him feel better.
Silly Becca, WANTING to fly out, and actually deciding that you are going to fly out are two different things - I'll probably just fly back to Utah for a weekend anyways...
Jeri - it's one of those guy things that even WE ourselves can't explain.
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