This morning I woke up for the final time in Barracks 4-84, my home for most of the last three weeks. I took the bunk in the northwest corner of the barracks, so there is just a wall on one side of my bunk and the affable mechanic Angel Matias on the other side. I woke at 0600 this morning. Most of this week I have been sleeping in until a late and luxuriant 0630, but this morning I wanted to be sure to get all my stuff out of the barracks before the cleaning party began.
Matias is always the last one up in the morning. He also goes to bed later than I do--and I usually go to bed around midnight. So at 0600 Matias was in his sleeping bag sound asleep. I was dressed, shaved and carrying my bedding out the door before Matias got out of bed, but he was ready at 0715 when we went to breakfast.
They cleared out all the remaining food for breakfast this morning--eggs, English muffins, sausage gravy, bacon, fruit, and cereal.
At 0815 we were back at the barracks and cleaning. Four soldiers mopped and swept the main room, I took two enlisted men with me to clean the latrine. I brought toilet cleaner from home so we would be able to leave the very clean looking blue water in the bowl--making it evident we really cleaned the latrine. The other two soldiers cleaned the sinks and the showers. I cleaned the toilets. A third group walked around the building picking up trash--Police Call in Army language.
We waited an hour for the inspector then found out the barracks floor had to be waxed. We waxed the floor and sent most of the group to the armory in case they were any final details to tie up. With the barracks inspected, two of us went to the armory for additional paperwork and everyone else left. I have other meetings because my duties are evolving faster than bacteria with a new food supply.
But I will be home for dinner tonight!!!
Friday, June 29, 2012
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