Hi everyone. Sorry it has been a while since my last post. Things have been pretty busy. I negotiated a settlement on a car accident I had a while back, started on Weight Watchers (I've lost 5lbs in 2 weeks, YEAH!), started chior practice on Tuesdays for the Christmas Cantata at church where I have the hardest song, sang "Heart of Worship" with Brittany this morning, took Lucky to the vet (he had worms), bought some winter clothes to wear to church and plenty of other things besides. Everyone pray for me, by the way. A new company is buying the Dialysis Center and no one knows what is going to happen to the clinic I work for as our space is leased by Cabell Huntington Hospital to Marshall. I can't and won't go back to working in Internal Medicine, so...
Tyler is a great pen pal. I am not. I feel like I just keep up the routine, what am I supposed to say other than, "I miss you," which won't make either of us feel better.
Tyler did his gas chamber training. They had to go in, break the seal on their masks, then take them off and stow them before the doors would open. The whole group of ten had to do this. He said the outside of the building looked like the house in "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and inside looked like "Saw."
He also wrote me another letter saying they had been doing their rifle trainging. On that day he got the company record for the day on the hardest range (out of 240 guys). When they did their actual qualifications he qualified as a "Sharpshooter" with a score of 32 of 40. This is the Army's second highest qualification. He thinks he could have done better, but he couldn't see all the targets. He said he was ok with it because the "Expert" badge isn't as cool. Here is what a "Sharpshooter" badge looks like (the loops at the bottom are for a little bar with the qualifying weapon's name):
Love and prayers. TTFN.
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