After my second interrogation (name, rank and serial number is all they're getting from me), I was allowed to finally take a shower. Needless to say, showering with other men is difficult to get used to when one is new to the Service but I balk at how embarassed I was a youth when it seemed like everyone's eyes were upon me during what is usually such a private moment.
Doherty finds it difficult. I suppose it's just shyness but when 12 other men are pointing and saying mean things about one's genitalia, it can be very hurtful. He tried very hard to remain composed.
I smiled and laughed along. He'll toughen up eventually.
Tomorrow I will be given my work assignment. I'm hopeful that it will provide an opportunity to escape, as security seems very lax.