PCSing from a military base that holds 3,000 troops to a place that holds 50,000+ troops has shown it’s obvious positive and negative consequences. It’s been just under 2 months now and Ft. Hood Texas is hanging to its title of “The great place”(at least better than where I came from). The easiest way to describe life for me in this new state is that its a better place, but longer days.
The trip from southern California to the heart of Texas was bearable only by the endless supply of Powerade™, protein bars, and a whole lot of cliche 80's music. Growing up in a busy place like SoCal misleads you just a bit about the rest of the country in a way that makes places like New Mexico and the larger parts of Texas seem like there's a poorly written horror movie about to be inspired. It's hot here, humid too. Average temperatures of 98*-104* with 60-80% humidity has granted laundry detergent and antiperspirants their own category in my budget; gross? yes, but waking up at 5am to 78* is nice.
Fox 227 is where I report for work now, it's who I represent here, and they're the people i'll spend the next 2.5 years with; It's home for now. The unit is good, but my squad is better; at least thats what it feels like. We're doing a whole lot of training and it feels like we'll never stop for anything; and when the unit does stop, 1st squad will find time to sneak in another PT session or some other additional training that our SL can offer us from his Infantry days. I have to admit, I love it. Arizona was relaxed, and we could have gotten away with murder if we wanted to; but being here is different, the standards are higher and the leashes are shorter. I may not be kicking down doors or jumping out of planes (yet), but it feels more like the Army everyday.