Capstone

Capstone is the week that we begin putting a lot of our training together. At least I think that's the purpose. We are on a simulated Forward Operating Base. This means that our quarters are better than they were during our last Field Training Exercise. You can see where we stayed in the picture on the left. The training was good. The weather was as good as you can reasonably hope for in August in South Carolina. The least inappropriate story is a mock memorial ceremony. A member of my platoon that I will spare from naming went to sick call because of a reaction to an insect bite. When he returned, my platoon held a memorial ceremony for his manhood. The rabbi in my squad asked if the ceremony would be cruel and in bad taste. I assured him that no one (including the subject) would be upset or hurt and that the cermony would not be even close to in good taste. He immediately agreed that good taste could not possibly be a part of such a ceremony. I think members of other platoons were extremely unsure about what was going on, and kept their distance. All in all, this was the second funniest thing I've seen at CHBOLC. The funniest is entirely inappropriate to share, and I am desperately trying to supress the memory of it. I'm sure I'll end up in therapy over it.

Sorry there aren't better pictures, but most of mine did not turn out