On base mornings

Don't get me wrong. Living on base has some huge advantages for military families. The kids are around other kids who also move a lot. My wife can bike to work (on days when she doesn't walk). There are good recreational facilities available close to the house, both for us and the kids. On the whole, it's a good deal - especially for the price.

But there are also some disadvantages. There are a lot of training programs here, and quite a few of the classes get to do their physical training together, as a unit, under the gentle direction of their instructors. Early this morning, a couple of those instructors decided that it would be a good idea to not only run one through our housing area, but also to stop their unit for some remedial instruction in the art of running together and following orders.

My morning wake-up today came in the form of, "HALT MEANS STOP!! STOP MOVING NOW!!!" WE CAN DO THIS ALL DAY!!! FALL IN!!!

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The sound of freedom!

By Jim Thomerson (not verified) on 07 Aug 2008 #permalink

You need to move to a Navy or Air Force base. No one marches in these branches after boot camp. Hell, I didn't even have to march in boot camp.

By Qwerty (former… (not verified) on 11 Aug 2008 #permalink

I took my first basic (reservist) at a small base in tourist country. I doubt there were enough roads on base to do a five-k run. So we usually ran off-base (and down a hill with an 8% grade) to the homes, hotels, and on one occasion the golf course, below.

Many mornings our training seargeant and master-corporals (both recent graduates of the Airborne school) would address the assembled platoon with:

"Okay! It's a beautiful #^$%ing day. Let's go wake up some citizens! ... Atthedub-BUL ... HARCH!"