Guest blogging – VMFA VII

Posted by Lex, on August 10, 2006

Tom hiked back to the barracks, and stopped at the houseboy shack for his things. His uniforms were ready, pressed, even his skivvies were pressed. His steel-toed flight boots sat gleaming, spit shined. He wondered how you spit shined an oil impregnated boot, and knew he would strip the polish off the first time he wore them. But he appreciated the effort, and paid up through the following payday. Three dollars cash, to do his laundry, make the rack, take care of his share of the barracks cleaning duties, perversely called “field day,” and put a useless shine on a worn pair of boots.

Browder was laying on a bottom rack, staring up at the springs, when Tom went by. The heat of midday could be felt as he came out into the sun, having written two letters, and updated his journal. The PX was the next stop, to get some stamps, and buy some sunglasses. Tom walked back down the hill. It was part of life at Cubi, up the hill and down again.