Going into basic training i knew, or thought i did, what was going to happen. in truth i had not idea, at first for me it was less stressful then i had thought, the drill sergents didnt yell, they talked to us like we where human. what was going on here? i was asking myself, what happened to the drill sergent that was suposed to be yelling at me insulting me my mother and everything i held dear? this wasnt the basic i was ready for...i decided just to go with the flow. they inprosessed us which means but all our information into the computer system, so they could keep track of us, and start paying us. then after it was all said and done, they moved us from the inprossesing center to the real basic training, it was the the hell i had read and invisoned opened up on me.
first off they stuffed my class about 30 people at the time into whats called a cattle car all 30 of us and all the things that where issed to us and all the things we brought (some people had 4-5 bags total)where stuffed into this trailer big enough to carry about half that it was cramped. then the truck pulling the trailor took us to get the rest of our equippment we would need here in basic, we we stepped off the truck the first time we stepped into the depths of hell itself. out there where our drill sergents all ready to go....we walked into what is called a "shark attack". let me try to paint the picture, your tired your neverous and your cramped so thight in this truck that you can taste the other guys breakfast from yesturday, your only "comfort" is the radio that is playing highway to hell and hells bells the truck stops and on come the biggest meanest looking man and says in the most calmest vocie you can possably think of the following: "welcome to basic training you now have 10 seconds to get off my truck and dont be the last one now move." as soon as the first pair of feet hit the ground all you hear is yelling not from the first one but form all the drill sergents outside. now i cant remember everything that was said , i mean yelled at me but i do remember one of the drill sergents saying something to the effect that he was satan himself come to claim my life and soul, needless to say i was scared. after we got your gear (we now had some 4-5 bags of military gear along with the bags we brought with us)we are packed back into the truck and driven to where we would trian for the next 9+ weeks.
