January 4, 1973, Thursday
The CC flips the light on in the morning. Here we go again. After morning chow the CC gives Rodger instructions for our day and disappears. When we have time to talk about our vacation it’s all the same conversation, nonstop partying. And; a hard time dragging myself back to boot camp.
We all had the same cultural shock. Before we arrived here we fit in. No matter where we were from. We were for the most part long hairs. Nobody hurled insults at us. Some of us were doing the insulting. Now we are the baby killers. We are the war mongers, we are part of the war machine. Because of our short hair. Of course our uniforms might have something to do with it.
I wasn’t the only one that brought back drugs. Rodger, Doug, Adams even Frenchy. I would have thought Frenchy would be too afraid. I think half the company brought back drugs. We were running out of places to hide it. Rodger gave me the night watch. I smoked my first joint on a navy base. What is this world coming to? Rodger gave himself the watch after mine. We didn’t see the CC all day. My watch is finished. Later.