I joined the military as soon as I turned eighteen, I needed to get away from home. My dad was overbearing and mom had passed away three years ago after a long and hard bout with cancer, I had no reason to stay there anymore. I arrived at the training post and was instantly blown away with the drill sergeant that was yelling at us the second we stepped off of the bus. It was after ten PM and everyone was tired as we stood in a line, since it was late in the evening, they showed us to a chow line that consisted of sandwiches, chips and bottles of water before escorting us to some very old wooden barracks. “You will sleep here tonight, wake up is at five o’clock, after morning chow you will be losing those curly mops of hair and make you more presentable. There is bedding on the foot of each bunk and the latrines are at the far end of the building.” The sergeant said. After he left the room there was a flurry of conversations around the room that ranged from laughter to nerv...
By Seth Cybertar