UPDATED this morning

I talked to Kent again tonight. He says it's super hot. They have to stand at attention out in the hot sun and sweat pours down his face and over his glasses. They aren't allowed to wipe the sweat off. Today he was in class all day and said most of the it is pretty interesting. One of the first things they went over was POWs (prisoners of war). They were taught what to do if taken captive (I'm hoping they aren't teaching the information in order of relevance). They are to try everything in their ability to escape and help others escape. The only information they can ever give an enemy is name, SS #, and rank (or something like that). Pretty intense stuff it sounds like. Here's another excerpt of an e-mail.

We just got back from our first morning workout. We just did stretches together and then ran around a track for thirty minutes. It really wasn't bad ~ they spent more time marching us out. Marching is serious business - it's all about uniformity with everything here. I met a really nice Mormon - we laughed about the short shorts. I'm excited to go to church on Sunday and see all the members. I'm assuming there is quite a good number. Waking up at 4:30 and going to bed at 11:00 every night is going to kick my TRASH!! I am going to fall asleep in class today and get reprimanded I'm sure. There is another guy in my flight with a little girl turning one on June 13 - and there is a single mom with two kids in my flight ~ her kids are with her parents. It's hard to be away.

And here's his address so that you can all send him letters and packages :) They aren't allowed any treats yet. He says they will earn the privilege if his flight can average 95% on their test tomorrow. I know he'd love any form of mail.

Lt. Charles K. Miller
COT class 08/04
550 East Maxwell Blvd #9000
Maxwell AFB, Al 36112-5000

HERE's updated info from this morning!










Here are some pictures that Kent sent last night after I talked to him. Nobody smiles in pictures. It's all about looking tough apparently. The bottom picture shows his room. He has the bunkbed all to himself but still has a roommate on a single bed. We talked for awhile last night until there was an overhead page calling all "logistics officers to report immediately" somewhere. He's a logistics officer. I'm not exactly sure what that means. He says he's having more and more fun. This morning they have a big test so he's studying like crazy. I feel bad that he just has more test to take! I'm hoping that these won't be as hard as med school tests! Oh, and here's the cheer that his flight squadron has to yell when they are marching. They are the falcons. It's kinda creepy.

"Falcons hunt from on high, diving down from the sky, ripping flesh with our talons, drawing blood by the gallons! DEATH FROM ABOVE! MORS AB ALTO!"