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Leave The Reaming To Us...

Well, the Marine caught the Greyhound yesterday morning. He was supposed to ride to Raleigh, NC to the airport and then was going to catch some Z's at the USO until his flight to Palm Springs, California left this morning. Long flight as he had a two hour layover in Chicago as well. He's supposed to check in at Twentynine Palms by midnight tonight. There's a glitch now. NO UNIFORMS, thanks to Greyhound Lines.

Apparently his bus broke down in Norcross (about 20 minutes after it left the station). When they got another one there the driver would not allow anyone to get their luggage, claiming that it was too dangerous. He said that Greyhound employees had to do it. When my son got to Raleigh he found that his luggage had not come along for the ride and stayed up all night trying to locate it.

He let us know this morning and my wife has spent something like twelve hours on the phone with no results. Some woman finally told her she would put a 'tracer' out for it, not that it does the boy any good. Upon checking in at Twentynine Palms he's going to have to buy new uniforms. He probably had over a thousand dollars in uniforms, knick knacks and irreplaceable stuff from his mom inside the things. It's a damn good thing that he decided to leave the X-Box 360 here for me to ship to him.

So far their customer service reps have called my wife "baby" "and honey" and some of them have been downright rude to her. As someone in the customer service industry, this is a no-no. If anyone knows the email address for the CEO for Greyhound, Dave Leach, please email or contact me. I have already tried the obvious ones  so maybe one of those will work. Also, Digg and Fark this if you guys have accounts. Thanks!

Currently the wife is discussing with a woman on the phone about his luggage. She says that the best they can do is send his luggage to Palm Springs. They won't even send a courier to Twenty Nine Palms if/when they find the luggage. No refunds, no delivery. Fuck them. I have emailed about 40 Greyhound employees so far as well as folks from parent company Laidlaw, Inc and hopefully will get an answer tomorrow.

All I can tell you is unless you want to get ass-fucked, DON'T leave the driving to Greyhound.

Here's the body of the rude-ass email I am sending to everyone with any vested interest in Greyhound I can find.

"The party that was traveling was my son Marine Pvt Christopher Miles. His bus out of Atlanta broke down in Norcross, GA yesterday morning and when they transferred everyone to a new bus they were not allowed to get their luggage. It was shipped back to Atlanta and no one has seen it since. My wife (contact information above) has spoken with at least ten different people who were no help whatsoever including one that was entirely rude. I expect this to be dealt with in a timely and efficient manner. I can understand things being lost but your customer service is clueless, understaffed and filled with people that don't even have 'stock' answers, much less the real ones.

My son checks into the Marine base at Twentynine Palms, California tonight. If they let him check in at all without a uniform, since they are at an undisclosed location, maybe on a bus, he will be forced to purchase a new set of uniforms. which is quite expensive.

I've now been told by a gentleman named Jeff in your Raleigh, NC terminal that the next step is to file a claim. That certainly doesn't help my son who is going to have to purchase well over a thousand dollars in uniforms, a laptop, camera, various odds and ends and keepsakes from his mother. I do not have the time to drive to the nearest bus station which is 40 minutes away in Atlanta, just to help your employees do the job they should have been doing in the first place.

Please contact my wife or myself at the soonest time that you locate my son's two sea bags and his large clothing bag. I fully expect reimbursement for the expense incurred as a result of not having proper uniform upon showing up at the Marine camp, as well as a refund or an airline voucher, not a greyhound voucher, as we will not be using your service ever again.

Richard Miles
address and company information removed."

 

Apparently quite a few people have been having problems with Greyhound. Check out this article from ConsumerAffairs.com (in the extended entry because it is so long)


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The Boys Are Back In Town...

The boy is anyway. Did I mention the fact that the Marine had graduated his MOS school? Hell, I can't remember what I post from one day to the next sometimes. He got here last Friday and doesn't have to head back until the 21st, at which point the bus will take him back to Camp LeJeune and then the Marine Corps flies him out to Twenty-Nine Palms, California where he will most likely be based for the next couple of years. It also means that he won't be coming home quite as often. It's a bit more expensive to fly home from the west coast than it is to take a bus from North Carolina.

Hopefully he will continue to post here on occasion and we do talk to him every couple of days on the phone as well, which is nice.

Doesn't look like he's heading to Afghanistan or Iraq any time soon. As much as he'd like to go, I breathed a sigh of relief as a parent when I heard that.

The wife's birthday is this coming Friday and the Marine's is the 26th. Since he won't be here for his, we are going out tonight to the Kobe Steakhouse for a birthday celebration. Guess that means I need to get out of the bathrobe and actually put some clothes on at some point soon :)


The Marine Returns...

...to Camp LeJeune that is.

The wife just dropped him off at the Greyhound station in Atlanta for the long ride back.

He has a couple of weeks left of school and the he gets to come home again for leave before shipping out to Twentynine Palms, California.

It sure was nice having him here along with the rest of my family.

Hopefully he will start giving us weekly updates here on the blog. I did create an account for him and he posted a short one yesterday.

I was going to do some paid reviews tonight but I think I will just veg tonight. After finishing the last one I don't feel like writing any more.


First Post

Hey all, this is the young hard-charging, web-footed, terrorist-killing, machine. Or as I like to call it, the Marine. Or just chris, whichever you find easier to type, or say...

Anyway, I'll be posting on here about once a week, just to say how i've been doing, and to update on my status and whatnot.

 

-The Marine


Wordless Wednesday

Not much to say for this one except that she was glad to see her boy...

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Took this one on Family Day when we drove up to Parris Island


Screwed Up MOS

The Marine called the wife on Tuesday afternoon. Apparently every Tuesday they get five minutes to use the phone and call their families. That's nice. I know she was glad to hear from him.

Apparently they have screwed up his MOS again so he is no longer going into super high frequency ball frying satellite communications anymore. They did offer to let him go into Infantry, which was his first choice originally and he said no, which thrilled the wife to no end.

He's just crossing his fingers and hoping he doesn't end up as a shit sucker or something worse.


The Boy - 2007


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The boy - 2007


My Father - 1965


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Originally uploaded by rmiles

1965 Parris island - my dad


Letters From The Marine...

Wow, three in the last few days. He sent his return Greyhound ticket to Camp LeJeune, which is where he is going for school.

"August 16th

Hey mom, I'm mailing home my ticket that takes me from home to MCT after my 10 days leave. Also for you I bought a BUNCH of pictures of me in dress blues, the pull on kind like for school graduation pictures. Also a yearbook filled with pictures of my company and a dud of graduation so don't buy anything.

Only 4 weeks to go. On Saturday (this past weekend) we have a 7 miles hike, which sucks. Then next week is gas chamber and shooting the M249 Saw (light machine gun) and rocket launcher. We also get to high crawl and low crawl and back crawl through dirt and maybe even mud depending on the weather. Did I mention I plan to eat ALOT during my 10 day leave? Also, that Sunday before graduation we get 4 hours of recruit liberty, I'm spending it at Domino's or a Hot Wings place or a combination"

He's a pretty good kid. I guess I would be spending it getting head or something. Then have pizza, or maybe a combination.


Letters From The Marine

Got another one today...

August 15

Hey, it took me until Wednesday, but I qualified on the rifle range so next obstacle is a hike 7 miles long this Saturday
(that was today) and a company commander's inspection and then BWT along with the gas chamber. I'm also going to dental this week. Also I feel like a jackass but I lost Randy's address sorry oops (Randy is our nephew in the Corps. He is currently in Iraq). About how I feel, after I qualified I felt capable of doing anything. I'm ready to graduate. I want junk food, and I want time to eat it. I also really need a back massage, so pick a day we can go to the mall for a massage. All in all though I've felt great throughout boot camp. Other than the range, I haven't been worried. Right now I have to go earn the 500 pushups I owe the Drill Instructor (most likely because it took so long to qualify).


Letters From The Boy

Hey, starting today (Saturday the 11th) I have 5 weeks until I am done and only 4 until I am a Marine. That is if I can qualify on the damn rifle range. We had qualifications on Friday and I was doing pretty good up until the last stage of fire, and for some reason all of my shots were being called as misses, which is crap because I was doing everything right but it doesn't matter because starting Monday I get every day to retry until Friday. I'll be done on Monday. For the rest of the week is Team Week, which is going out on working parties to cut grass or laundry or something. And everyone gets their dental appointments. The week after we have BWT (Basic Warrior Training) with gas chamber and crawling through trenches. Then Admin week (receiving orders, I think) then the week after is the crucible and then graduation.

I actually got this a couple of days ago but I couldn't find it after the wife read it. Received another one today but I will wait until tomorrow to post it. Hope he qualified.

Oh well, I just opened it and it's my parking pass and some other instructions for the graduation.

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Letters From The Boy...

It certainly sounds like he's taking everything in stride and trying not to stand out in the crowd. It was nice getting a letter from the boy today. I will have to sit down and write him a note today.

August 3rd, TD 35

Well, I'm halfway done. Just finished grass week, which was hours of laying in dirt and sometimes rain. I have the best story about a recruit here that I want posted on the Internet, and retold to every person possible because it is probably the STUPIDEST thing I have ever seen.

First off, let me point out that at boot camp recruits are not allowed to use 1st or 2nd person. We say "this recruit" or "these recruits". When speaking to a Drill Instructor, instead of saying "do you?" a recruit would say "does the drill instructor?" Also before a recruit speaks to a Drill Instructor, he has to request permission to speak. Back to the story...

We are sitting in the PMI (Primary Marksman Instructor) shed. The atmosphere is more relaxed than the rest of boot camp because they want the recruits to be focused on the rifle range. So another Marine walks in to speak with our PMI, and while he's in mid-sentence this fucking stupid ass recruit named CENSORED who always has his mouth open and his head cocked to the side like he's brain dead, stands up, interrupts the marine to say "Did you go to Bumsville High? (don't know the actual name) and he didn't say "sir" or anything like they were buddies or something. The marine looks at him and says "What the FUCK?" The recruit says "I went to high school when you did"! The Marine says "What year, fuck nut?" and he's got this look on his face like he wants to strangle a poodle. The recruit says "I graduated in '07...(pause) I went to school with your sister."

The Marine was like, "You better hope I don't see you again".

I got letters from Aunt Marcy and Grandma but I lost their addresses, could you send them please.

Halfway Done.


A Letter From The Boy

Training Day 27, July 26th

Hey Mom, sorry about letters, I've been busy. Next week is rifle range and tomorrow we have shots. Monday we repelled off a 50-foot tower, and it didn't bother me at all. Last week was swim qualifying and now I hate pools.

That Sunday that you felt worried about me, I think I had a fever because I was dizzy and weak. I would drink a whole canteen of water, sweat profusely, have to piss so bad it hurts, and then repeat. That lasted two days. I didn't say anything because if you miss too many days you get dropped back.

Yes I am coming back for leave. On the drive home we are stopping at a Japanese Steakhouse, a Waffle House, a regular steak house, a McDonalds and a Chinese buffet. A party sounds awesome (you heard it). I'm also getting a back massage at the mall, because Randy and I did when he came down (Randy is one of our nephews who is also in the Marine Corps). Have you talked to Randy? If you do, if he's not busy I'd like to be able to mail him, but I'm not sure that's possible.

Make sure to bring Harry Potter when you come to get me. If you didn't know, the Thursday before graduation is family day, so plan to come for a few days.


Letters From the Marine...

Got another one on Thursday.

Hey, thanks for the stamps and test scores. Remind me to brag to Mrs Wright when I get back.

The schedule that you mailed me isn't correct because a new schedule started in May, so no one using it has graduated yet. A lot of it is similar though. Pugil Sticks is in full padding and a helmet and doesn't hurt at all, but I don't really get hit.

We get woken up at 0400, well lights come one at 0400, I always get up at 0300 by firewatch reporting to the Duty DI. Firewatch is three recruits watching over the squad bay every hour. After waking up, we go to chow. After that we do either PT or some other physical event like MCMAP or pugil sticks. Then afternoon chow, then usually a couple of hours of class, then chow, then shower, then sleep at 2000.

I don't get burned so I don't need sunscreen. All of my pictures go in my footlocker. Yes dad can post my letters as long as he retypes them (If I didn't you wouldn't be able to read them here since his handwriting is even worse than mine). Yes, I have bruises and scrapes.

The Boy

Training Day 18


Letters From the Marine...

I did get permission from the boy to post his letters, minus any personal stuff that might be in there. We have received several and I will try and remember to post them in some type of order.


July 15th, training day 17

Hey, So I don't know why I didn't mention this before, but I've got some news that will probably make mom cry tears of joy. The day before I shipped, I was told my contract got jacked up or something and I couldn't get infantry at that time. So I went open contract, being told that it was a chance I could get infantry but it was up to the Marine Corps.

My Senior Drill Instructor informed me earlier today that there is a clause in open contract that forbids infantry. So I got screwed kind of but I don't know if it's entirely a bad thing. Thanks for the letters.

There are a couple of people around here breathing a sigh of relief.


Letters From the Recruit...

I have actually received a couple more letters from the boy while I was on vacation. He wants letters so that he has something to do during free time, so if I know you (even if it's just online) and you would be interested in writing the boy at boot camp, let me know and I will email you his mailing address. The reason I won't post it here is because the last thing he wants is some moonbat shit coming his way.

As I said, I have a couple of letters, but the wife suggested that I ask him if he minds me posting them. It may be a couple more weeks before I post any more but as long as he's cool with it I will keep posting them.


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