I love the Army. There are some really smart people there. The individuals that are making the decisions must be like the top grads from West Point.

      My new love for the leaders in the my sister force comes from a few new rules that went into effect last Friday. Before said date, my co-loungers and my self would start our day off with a walk to the store, and the coffee shop. From there we head to the chow hall, and then back to the Air Force compound, cause one can only take so much Army in one day.  Our attire for said event was shorts and a T-shirt. There was criteria for the color and and logos that were printed on the shirt. But over all no big deal.

      Thursday marked the death of civilian clothes outside off the Air Force compound. Uniform is now required to go to the store to buy bowls for my cereal, or do go and enjoy a cup of coffee to mark the start of my one day off the week. This means pants and long sleeve shirts, not to mention that the M-16 that I have to carry around everywhere.

      This country is Getting Hot and Humid. I will clarify hot and humid for you as some of my Alaskan readers are thinking 76 degrees with 60 percent humidity, where as my Tarheel brethren are thinking 93 degrees with 86 percent humidity. I don't know how hot it actually is, but I've heard rumors of 105 degrees, and it is so humid that I sweat non stop and I sit all day and talk on AIM and Yahoo.

      Now I understand that there are members of the service that have to wear much more than this. However, it's for there safety. They're running around streets filled with axis-of-evilites and other questionable characters. I am going to the coffee shop surrounded by Army folk. I know I should be a little worried for my safety as some of them surely work at the prison. However there just doesn't seem to be a need for me to be in uniform.

 

Current state of morale        On a more local note, The ChAir Force has seemed to forgot some of its history. The formal mile and a half run was scrapped years ago as ChAir Force members, who hadn't thought about running till the day before the run, were dropping like locust out of the sky in the Old Testament from heart attacks. Then came along the fat friendly stationery bike test that measured your heart rate for 8-14 min, and thin flipped a coin and decided whether or not you were "fit to fight". Well it seems as  if you can't do anything right as healthy near pro-bike riders were failing the test, along with others that I won't challenge to anything, much less a 8 minuet bike ride. Complaints were filed and action was demanded.

      Well right before the new "fit to fight" program goes into affect to replace the bike test, The ChAir Force decides that it employs too many. Cuts are made, and a program goes into affect to release 16,000 or so current enlistees into the ever booming job market. I guess not enough applied to get out, as the heart attack run is back. If you won't volunteer, the ChAir Force will weed you out with heart attacks to reach its new numbers to bring the overmanned force down to size. This is also good for the economy as the newly discharged won't be seeking employment. The "fit to fight" program also includes push ups and sit-ups along with the mile and half run.

      So Life is improving. The ChAir Force is handing out heart attacks and the Army is giving heat strokes, and I'll be told to take this page down cause big brother won't like it. I should be home in no time.

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Caleb Hunt is Editor of The Alaskan Tarheel and a ChAir Force dude that is Fit to Fight

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