Called her something like 30 times in four hours. Of course she kept the messages to remind me of why she quit me.
Found out the hard way that you will get in trouble for sharing your thoughts with strangers. One night I was at a private and his wife’s house with a private (who was a friend of mine) drinking her away. I made a lewd comment about her. Thus, the private, not a friend of mine, told her what I had said. She told our platoon sergeant.
Much like times before I
yelled at myself, “John WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO US?!”-while I told myself I did
not deserve love, and it would just destroy me. (cut and paste can a woman
Because of friend, testifying on my behalf, I barely escaped punitive action
(Article 15). I was forced to go to the Mental Health Clinic.
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About a month later I was
sent to the promotional board for sergeants rank. I passed it. Earned my E-4
promotable. Finally, after years, I had finally made it.
Found myself drinking more
and more. Seemed like when I was buzzed I could do things, be brave, and with
out booze I was weak. I started running before PT yelling the cadence songs I
would use. I’d often fantasize about what a great leader I would be. Developed a new habit of starting drinking as
soon as I awoke. Didn't take long for it to catch up with me. I had been drinking since Friday. They always lectured that it takes 8 hours for alcohol
to leave your body. What they don’t tell you is that if you've been consuming
almost all alcohol for 72 hours straight t wasn't enough time; even with the
handful of altoid mints in my mouth, the Coors, Dead Guy Ale, Black Velvet came
out of my pores. On that Monday morning May 4, 2002, The platoon sergeant and
my new squad leader, who I had a major resentment toward smelled me from twenty
feet away. I was resentful at my new squad leader because he was a private
going through AIT when I came to Lee in 2000. Of course I didn't give him
credit for being prior service in The Marine Corps. He asked the platoon
sergeant what to do. Five minutes later I walking with him to the MP station.
Telling him all sorts of things; such as, calling him by his first
name and telling him how he didn't deserve to be a sergeant over me. When we
got there he didn't walk me inside. Of course, I didn't heed the warning. I
took it as an insult. The next day, Cinco de Mayo 2002, I came to PT drunk again.
The First Sergeant smelled me this time. My squad leader walked me to the MP
station. Inside I waited for the breathalyzer. I waited an hour. Then I was
taken to the hospital where they drew my blood.
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