Dining-in Experience

Good morning all.
I don't have much to report this week. My shoulder is doing better. The drugs they gave me keep the pain and swelling down enough for me to function without the sling. I am lucky that CPT Starr was there to pop that sucker back into place so fast, or else I would be in much worse condition that what I am right now. I have full range of motion in Abduction (jumping jack motion) and in forward flexion (raising hand). The other motions are stiff and cause some sharp pain but it is very tolerable.
Last night was the Dining-in for our Company. It was lame. I have to say that the dining in for ROTC was much more entertaining as a whole. Last night's skits were funny, but that's about it. For all you non-military types, the Dining-in is a night when the leadership of a unit get together for "bonding", for lack of better words. What is involved is trying to Buddy F### (BF or Bravo Foxtrot) your commerads. It sucks. They fill a toilet (used exclusively for this event and nothing else), the Grog, with all sorts of liquor ie. bottle of :whiskey, heigermeister, burbon, cognac, tequila, etc and mix it all together. Last night they added a touch of Texas, a bunch of Tobasco. If someone BF you for whatever reason, say your ribbons are out of order, you have to deal with the punishment....usually drinking a full cup from the Grog and/or exercises and or paying a fine in quarters to a fund cup. I was lucky not to get called out because I keep quiet. But I would F### up anyone who tried to call me out later if so event happened; broken shoulder parts and all. In any case, this occurs for a fixed duration of the night. When that is over, Skits are presented for the entertainment of "Mr. President"; the commander. Usually the skits make fun of the higher leadership, as represented by the lower levels of the unit. All if this is dictated from start to end by written docterine and ceremony. A good Dining in runs smoothly and very well ordered and fun. Last night was the opposite of that. The only fun part was my counterpart's skits. Stupid thing is that 2 of the platoons (of 4) were on video, and the A/V didn't work. So my platoon and 1st PLT were the only presenters.
Our distinguished guest speaker was very inspirational. He was with the 2nd ID and has just come back from Iraq within the last month or so. The downer of the evening was when "Mr. President", our LTC, added his 2 cents. He generalized that the former enlisted were the only ones that understood that people were dying overseas as we sat there having a good time and that all ROTC and direct commissionees were only thinking about getting drunk after the dinner. I was offended. I joined the Army to serve along side and lead those soldiers in the time of War. The Army isn't paying off my huge stack of student loans. The Army didn't even offer a scholarship when I joined as a SENIOR in College. I'm doing this because I want to. I am obligated to serve my country for all that she has given me. And I'm proud of what I do. To say that I don't understand is a gross mistake and one I will never forgive. I may be a cherry to this Army, but by God, I will do my damnedest to serve my troops as best I can and bring them all home when the situation comes my way (and it will come).
Sooo.... to burn off steam, I DD'd for my friends and went to a dance club in downtown San Antonio and danced my ass off.

That's my update for this week. I'm sorry if it's nothing too exciting or for offending anyone with my somewhat use of explictives. They help add to the emotion of my text.

Countdown: 7 days till graduation
14 days until OBC completion

Till then... out.