Sunday, January 5, 2020

My First Day At The United States Army - 1211 Words

â€Å"Get off the God Damn bus privates!† Those words were the first sounds I heard as I stepped off that old white bus that day. Today was my first day to becoming a soldier in the United States Army. The date was July 12, 2013. I was only an 18 year old teenager who wanted nothing more in life than to follow in the footsteps of my great grandfather. My great grandfather had raised me and inspired me for this journey I was about to take part in. This was the day I would start basic training. I was feeling more anxious than ever. Don’t even get me started on how nervous I was. I had never been away from home more than a few days, and here I was about to embark on a two month long journey I knew close to nothing about. I can still remember to†¦show more content†¦We were all lined up and waiting patiently as big white buses came to a screeching stop in front of us. We were then instructed to grab our things and begin filing onto the bus one by one. The bus ride wasn’t too long, but it was long enough for some doubt and regret to creep into my consciousness. I looked around at everyone’s faces and they seemed to be thinking the same thing I was, and they all had frowns on their faces. I then noticed these men in the distance wearing a weird brown rounded hat. They all were broad shouldered, middle aged men and they were all standing in a line appearing eager. These men were known as drill sergeants. They were supposed to be the ‘meanest of the mean’. These drill sergeants were the men whose task was to shape teenagers into soldiers. The bus came to a sudden stop in front of the drill sergeants, and all of the sudden it felt as if a shot of electricity jolted down my spine. I knew that this was the last stop the bus would be making today and I was going to be forced to get off of the bus. As the bus stopped there was commotion at the front of the bus. We saw what seemed to be the largest out of the group of drill s ergeants getting onto the bus. â€Å"Get off the God Damn bus privates† yelled the large drill sergeant. You could tell he seemed angry by the tone in his voice. He must have been every bit of 6’8†, and 280 pounds. We all hustled of the

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