My decision to join the military in general I believe subconsciously started when my older brother returned from Army basic training. While my brother was a pretty smart guy he had never really been to apply himself nor did he have the drive to, but whatever had happened to him during army basic training had made a change in him; a change for the best. He came back and the transformation was evident in every single one of his actions and thoughts. He had a drive to accomplish all of his goals dreams and aspiration, not only that he had the discipline necessary to stay on his new found path. I went on to college in the fall fallowing his return from basic training not sure if these new traits and strength I saw in him would continue or disappear. When I returned home that fall after my first semester and talked to him and I saw the changes had stayed with him and grown even further. With all that he had used the tools he had been given to accomplish so much in already so little of time. All that stayed in my head, but it did not become relevant to me until my sophomore year of college. I realized that while I was…
The basic combat training was challenging was physically and mentally. I was the oldest female in my platoon, so the drill sergeants were extra hard on me. I never once told anyone that I was a daughter of a retired Army Colonel. The reason being, one they would think that I was going to use my father’s rank for special treatment, and two I didn’t want them to make my life harder than what it was. It was actually easy for me to run circle around all the eighteen and twenty years old when it came to the…
After high school I decided to go and serve my country in the United States Army. I signed up January of 2002, my senior year of high school to be a medic. My official first day in the Army was August 22nd 2002. I arrived in Columbia, South Carolina at 1145pm, after two hours of riding in a cramped bus I arrived at Ft. Jackson and the in processing station. On August 28th , after getting stuck with needles, countless interviews, pushups for calling people the wrong rank and the first twinges of homesickness, the first day of real basic training loomed like immense purple wall clouds in the very near distance.…
I know I’m very excited about it. As I’m getting my cap ready, decorating it and making plans with my friends; I’m reminded by my grandfather who, the day after his graduation, went to Vietnam, that not everyone gets this celebration. He didn’t get a graduation party; he didn’t get a bonfire with his friends. He walked off his graduation stage onto a plane headed for war. And how lucky are we that he did. That he and 2.5 million others did. These people didn’t get parties. They instead got flying bullets and little support from home. So please, in this time of joy for those of you graduating or celebrating a family member or friend’s graduation, do not forget of the Americans who, instead of celebrating, died on the battlefield. And instead of celebrating today as a day to barbeque and drink, remember that today, is a day of…
Five years later after the T.J incident, I decided to move to the luxurious base of Pearl Harbor in Oahu, Hawaii ("Where Is Pearl Harbor Located?") in 1938. I was living in a small apartment right outside of the base. The only reason I moved there is to pursue my dream of becoming a pilot in the Navy. I decided to sign myself up for a boot camp that was being held at the Naval Academy. I was very satisfied to see that there was not a lot of people signed up for the camp. However, I knew that I still had to be in the best shape of my life. A week passed and I was ready for the wear and tear of the boot camp. Finally, the day came to start boot camp. The first day of boot camp was way different than what I expected. Actually, it was very easy…
I knew it was going to be the longest nine weeks of my entire life. The first three days were pretty excruciating, no sleep, and no food. We were basically being prepared and tested for the hail storm up a head. Our drill sergeants were pretty much crazy, drill sergeant Calarco, 5’10 half Italian half something else, he had broad shoulders, abs of steel and did over 100 pushups in two minutes. Then there was the meanest, sickest person I had ever met, drill sergeant Coolidge. Probably around six feet tall freakishly skinny, freakishly strong and always gave you the crazies stare downs that made you look away immediately. I thought I knew what pain felt like, but after a session with Coolidge, the word pain took a very different meaning. Each exercise he made us do was meant to inflict pain and pain only. Towards the end of our training Coolidge told us that 90 percent of us were going to be deployed within a six month or a year period and man he was right. Six months later I had orders in hand saying Spc Garcia, you’re going to the sandbox.…
wake ups come and go, and the days become more easy, almost enjoyable. I start to realize that I’m spending more time on the C.T.A standing up right than on my hands. My drill sergeants yelled less, and become somewhat more like humans and slightly less like the monsters in my dreams. First platoon phased up from phase one to phase two. Phasing up was a big deal, our platoon got to change the streamer color on the platoon flag. Color change on the flag meant that we were no longer the new guys, and that my platoon and I have made it half way though this crazy journey we volunteered for. Push ups are not as hard as they used to be, that 50-pound duffel bag feels like a gallon of milk in my hands. I am physically stronger. I’m bonding with the people that I have become one with. I’m not just living day to day waking up and going to sleep. I’m learning, growing, and being trained to be a United States Solider. I originally enlisted into the military because as a senior in high school, I wasn’t ready for college, and I didn’t have a job skill that would provide me with a livable income. I wasn’t answering a call to serve my country, I didn’t have an underlying agenda to go kill the enemy, I didn’t want to go to war, all I wanted was a way out of my parent’s house and a little extra money in my pocket. Little did I know that this would become the smallest rewards I received from my service. I set out on my military journey to learn what real life was about.…
I joined the Navy after the terrorist attacks on September 11th. I had never felt what I now know to be patriotism until that day. I remember thinking to myself that this was my generations call to arms, and that if I did not enlist, that I would live with regret for the rest of my life. It was my generations turn to protect what so many braver than we had paid the ultimate sacrifice; although this would change far too soon. It did not take long to realize that I was not alone in this way of thinking. When I got Bootcamp, the majority of recruits were there for the same reason; hundreds of young men and women who were ready to sacrifice for the greater good, who were ready to put something before themselves.…
I could accept the idea of graduation as superb in many ways.The great part of about graduation is I will not to stress about all the homework classes,the teachers,and credits.That is why like the idea about graduation.…
Joining the military was not an easy process. Every day was a constant struggle. There were days when I honestly felt that I would not be experience a new life and adventures than what was concerned normal.…
Before I joined in November 2008, I was going through a marital problem, I was weak, intimidating, and I have no one or where to turn to. I applied for job in so many places with no luck, due to me moving to the States three years before applying for the jobs, giving birth, and also I was a staying home mom going to school. But as time went by I couldn’t take it any longer, so I decided looking in to joining the military.…
I left for basic training on July 30, 2008, and arrived in Fort Leonard Wood Missouri on July 31, 2008. Before we entered into our extreme training, we processed into the Army for a whole week at reception. On the day of actual basic training, we realized our great lives changed to instructions all day, miserable feelings, separation from family, and extreme exhaustion. Although, this was our life much more horrifying things were about to happen. We finally realized all the negative feelings we were having seemed to get worse, such as receiving a shark attack from our drill sergeants, we were told when to eat, we were told when to shower, and when to go to sleep.…
Graduating basic training and becoming a United States Army soldier is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Less than one percent of the population of the United States understands and knows exactly how it feels to reach this milestone in life. When I reached this point of my life I was full of a sense pride, relief, and accomplishment. I knew that I had just officially joined something much bigger than myself. The memory of my basic training graduation ceremony will forever be burned into my memory. The date was December 7th, 2012. This day was one of the toughest I had to endure.…
When I think about what it must be like to walk down that aisle in cap and gown after receiving my degree, I get very excited. No one in my family has received a college degree, so when I complete my degree, I will be the first. Although my goal is achievable, my trek towards college completion has been a rough one met with many obstacles.…
My memories of my first day of basic training are very dramatic. The date was June 9, 1999. My family was there to send me off on the beginning of my life long voyage. Before taking me to the airport, my family and I had lunch at the Boston Market. This was a happy and sad occasion. No one in my family had left home in a long time. As I say my goodbyes to my family, I try to prepare myself for the unknown obstacles of basic training.…