Narrative Essay #1 Final Draft
Wake Up Call
I was only seventeen when I visited the recruiter’s office for the first time. The recruiters stated that I needed to have my parents consent because I was still a minor. After getting my parents to sign the release form allowing me to join, I immediately started to train myself and prepare for boot camp. Little did I know, there was nothing that could prepare me for the challenges that lay ahead. The day came to board the plane and depart for Oklahoma where I would spend the next three months learning every skill I needed to be soldier. After landing in Oklahoma City, I boarded the bus with forty other guys destined for Ft. Sill. On the bus ride there we were all getting excited to start training and begin this new chapter of our lives. However, this excitement soon vanished when the Drill Sergeant boarded the bus. He stood about 6 feet tall and had the physic of a Greek god. He stood there in the front for a moment looking at us, almost as if he was staring into our souls, before he opened his mouth and started his crude rant of instructions and insults towards us. After I exited the bus, it was hard to understand where to go, as there was 6 other identical Drill Sergeants all yelling right in my face. I had never had someone yell so loud and so close to me that spit actually flew out onto my face. Had I not been so intimidated by their large stature and harsh tones, I would have been upset with the violation of my personal space. However, I was too busy cowering in fear to be concerned with such matters. I quickly found it was most effective to simply go with the flow and just follow everyone else. Nothing at this point mattered to me, all I wanted was to get away from all the screaming and yelling, and get out of the rain. At last we made it inside a building where I remember looking at my watch and seeing that it was 2100 hours. I thought to myself, this was great because we would be going...
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