Back To Basics
Sometimes in life we all do something that others may find a bit odd or crazy. It's these moments that are usually our most memorable moments in life. Often times these events have a few things about them that were incredible to us. This is why we can remember them so vividly.
I was going to trade school. One day I woke up and decided I didn't want to do that for a career. Three months later I was on my way to a promising experience, US Army basic Training.
Two planes and a bus trip was all it toke and there I was in Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I was quickly in-processed into the “welcome battalion” as they called it, issued uniforms, and a bunk. Awaiting the day that we would be taken to the “real basic training.” I was nervous and wasn't quit sure what I had gotten myself into. I had heard all the stories, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Still I didn’t know what to think or what to expect. Some people had told me that it was a cake walk. Yet others had simply said “good luck I hope to see you again.” I wasn't quit sure what to think about that comment but nevertheless, I was here. We had a couple of formations which were all easy and short. Luckily it was still early fall so the temperature was quite nice. It could have been worse. It could have been July. Then we were taught how to clean. I had never thought cleaning could be so involved. Boy was I wrong! We had to clean our 40 man sleeping quarters all day until we finally made the possibly 80-year-old floor squeaky clean. Yet it still wasn't good enough. It was going to be a long ten weeks.
The day finally came where we were waken up early and told to pack up our stuff and form up outside. We had ten minutes. It was time. We were loaded onto a bus with our backpacks front-loaded and told to keep our heads down and our eyes shut. Some twenty or so minutes went by and we were then greeted by your average friendly Drill Sergeant. He yelled at us to get off of his bus. I had remembered...