My non-literary work of choice is a letter from my brother. His letter is mostly for the purpose
of giving me his new address and requesting a letter in return with
some pictures of my dog. He uses concrete, descriptive language to describe his
first 2 weeks in basic training and how its not that bad for him. He
talks about the first day and how many of the younger guys were
nearly in tears, He said “There were about 15 drill Sargents,
screaming, yelling, and talking shit to everyone just inches from
their face. I had one do that to me and he turned out to be one of my
DS' in my platoon, but I actually think he is pretty cool. I don't
mind the yelling.” the food is pretty good, and he made platoon
leader and is in charge of 65 men, he said “I actually got
platoon guide (or platoon leader) so that's pretty exciting. Hard
work getting 65 people into formation sometimes. Can't keep the
idiots from being stupid though.” His letter was cut short due
to lights out time.
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