erzebet

This is strange. My brother called me from basic last night, like, my cell phone, not my mom's phone and randomly asks how I'm doing / if I'm still alive and the inquiry gets relayed to me the next time I talk to my mom. He used to have some fucking weird resentment toward me before all this. You know, I've got my gripes against the military and whatever - but if it fixed my brother then by god I'm all for whatever they do.
Here's an excerpt from one of his letters:

"So, yesterday morning was the gas chamber. It was my favorite part so far! We file in a squad into this room with nothing in it, then someone in the walls or where ever screams "Gas! Gas! Gas!" and we grab the back strap of the man in front of us and we have 9 seconds to put on our masks." .. "Next, a drill sergeant in full chemical gear comes and orders you to lift your mask and take two deep breaths. The gas they used was CS gas (high powered tear gas.) I remember Rocco told me to just chill because it can't kill you, so I was completely calm. After that we had to remove our mask and put our helmet on. While holding gun and mask in each arm we had to say name, rank and serial number. As squad leader I had to help out a lot of people and I was the last out of the chamber."

He goes on into some gross detail about how a few kids vomited and everyone later had serious respiratory problems.