Noah Called!

Another Noah update (don't worry, Judah will be next!)‐

I gave out the wrong address. The correct one is:

AB WILHELM,  NOAH M

323 TRS/FLIGHT 407

1320 TRUEMPER STREET UNIT 369563

JBSA LACKLAND,  TX 78236-6408

But at this point, he may graduate before he gets it. The mail is incredibly slow.  I'm sorry to any and all who wrote to the wrong address.  I will let him know it was my fault he got letters from no one but his mother. Poor kid. 

We also got a call last night. He passed everything he needed to pass,  and now just has to stay out of trouble for 2 more weeks and he will graduate. Thanks to all who have prayed for him! He maxed his push-ups and shot expert!

Comments he made-

-Our DFAC is so bad,  MREs are a welcome change. But apparently ours is not like the others. Some guy joined us from another Squadron and told us our food was awful compared to theirs. And then we got 2 hours of base liberty and I got Subway. I took one bite and thought,  wow.  This is what real food tastes like? 

-I decided it was worth passing the snake pit for a cup of pudding. After I took the pudding,  I was asked by an MTI what flavor it was. I replied, I believe banana, sir. To which the MTI ordered me to taste it and find out. I paused for a moment, wondering how I was going to do that standing there in front of the snake pit without any utensils. I couldn't very well use my hands.  Ultimately,  I decided to lick the pudding.  When I reported that it was indeed banana, I was told no one like banana anyway, go sit down and eat it. 

-That was our 1 minute warning. Wow, a 20 minute phone call sure does go faster than 20 minutes of PT.