The first day of basic training was one of the most horrifying days of my life. I was afraid. I was terrified. I did not know what to expect from or during basic training. I repeated over and over again, “Why did I join the army?” I should not be here. I was so far away from home. I had no family close by. Everything that could possibility went wrong did. First, I was late arriving to basic training. Second, I did not have the correct athletic shorts formation. Third, a white male approach me with wearing a round brown hat covering his eyes yelling at me for wearing the wrong athletic shorts to formation. Fourth, the physical fitness test was extremely challenging. Because I was an athlete in high school, I thought the physical fitness test would be easy. Basic training was the beginning of a life long journey. This day I was faced with many obstacles. I had to learn to be tough, patient, and motivated.
The First Day of Basic Training
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.
Once I arrive to basic training, I was afraid. My chest was pounding from anxiety. I was so far away from home. Everything started going downhill as soon as I arrive. I arrived late to basic training because my flight itinerary was wrong. The airline double booked, and I had to wait for a later flight. The first station I had to report to the first day of basic training was the clothing facility. The clothing facility did not have my size in...