When the Smoke Clears

I got a note from RSM the other day.
It seems as though the barracks thief has struck.  There always has to be a bad apple in every bunch.
Bad apples.
The good news is, it sounds like he is maxing out his PT.
It was a short note.
But it has helped me recall when DH was away at [...]

I have not heard from RSM in about a week or so.  So I am wondering how he is managing.  Although I am sure is over achieving ass is fine.
I do feel a little bad, for not updating as much as RSM would probably like, but since DH is now home after being away at [...]

Michele, of Letters From New York City, asked me to post this short note from RSM:
Just a few words of thanks to everyone for their support. I’m looking at my last few minutes before lights out and thought I’d send this. I’ve already put in my ear plugs and I’m ready for bed.
The days [...]

Drill Sgt: “I can see by the towels here, that I don’t even have to open the drawers to see you haven’t lined them. Have you Specialist?”
RSM: “Actually, I did D.S. When I saw we had to line with towles, I bought extras. (opens sock drawer)
D.S: “And your hangers have [...]

From RSM:
A light breeze made an already pleasant morning under the trees even cooler, calmer. It was Sunday, and we were outside the chapel waiting on our Drill Sergeant to come retrieve us and take us back to the barracks.
Across from me sat a large, young boy with a face full of exaggerated features; large [...]