This morning I woke up, not exactly at reveille, but before noon, and stepped out onto the catwalk outside my barracks room door. Something was different, but I couldn't quite place it. That's when I put it all together- the cleanly swept catwalk, the slight glean of the concrete, the aromatic tickle of Pine-Sol in my nose.
I love the smell of Pine-Sol in the morning.
Pine-Sol in the morning means there are boots on board, dutifully sweeping and mopping the catwalk, picking up cigarette butts, removing chewed gum from railings, and scampering out of the way. Apparently 2/7 received a boot drop of about 250 new Marines (a boot is a Marine fresh out of boot camp and the school of infantry). Now, I don't have to deal with boots on a professional basis, none of them come to the sniper platoon, but I do reap the benefits of having them on board. Benefits like a citrusy smelling front door.
Tomorrow we have a battalion hike. Supposedly about 6 or 7 miles. I'm interested to see how this turns out. Apparently the sniper platoon will be out front setting the pace (sucks for the battalion). What I really want to see is all the 'salty' vets who are going to fall out of the hump because all they did for their month of leave was drink and eat Taco Bell. The boots, on the other hand, just graduated SOI, and had their 20 miler not too long ago. I remember my first long hump in the fleet, a 16 miler with full combat load and packs. At the end, I, the boot, was carrying 3 rifles, 2 of which belonged to 'senior' team leaders. It was my second week in the fleet, and after that I had one of their jobs. We'll see who the boots are tomorrow.