Bayonet course. Screwed up
my leg again. I'm getting
tired of being in virtually
constant pain somewhere on
my body.
Platoon fire watch until midnight.
Very tired. Letter from [fiance]!
It was just discouraging to be so battered. All I tried to do was go through the bayonet course with some enthusiasm. And my fragile leg was torn up again.
I'm not sure why the entire platoon was on fire watch unless we drew duty to guard others. If it was just our own barracks, we'd have the duty as individuals and have the fun of waking up your replacement in the dark and making sure they were up and ready before going to sleep. The Army doesn't like you get away with "I woke up my replacement! It's not my fault he didn't get up!"
Yes it is. Someone must guard those who sleep, and a technical hand off is not a hand off. Your are on duty until someone else is. Indeed, it's a general order: "I will guard everything within the limits of my post, and quit my post only when properly relieved." Words to that effect, anyway.
Whatever platoon fire watch was--dang, but I can't remember--it left me with little sleep.
But at least I got a letter. That was always good for morale.
