When your pushed Killins as easy as brea...'s blog: "the life of a soldier"

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.

Ive had alot of people ask me questions about my life, why i joined, what was my training like. so im going to create a seris of blogs to share my experiences with you. and if your a terrorist you can stop reading this there is nothing here that you cant find else where, meaning everything i will tell you guys reading this is unclassified...and you can pretty much find it all over the internet. in this blog im just going to try to set the mood for the blogs to follow. and ill give you a heads up im not the greatest speller and i really dont give a flying fuck if my sentences are correct or i run on and on about how a bullet works in a gun or something. if you dont like it dont read it! now lets begin, now for me joining the army is somethig i always wantted to do sinece i was a small kid. i always watched those old war movies and said "wow thats going to be me one day". so as all kids do i went to school did want i could do. i was the school mascot for 3 years in high school, i was in the marching band for a year, took nurseing classes in school and was pretty good at everything i set my mind to. so why join, well during highschool i was throw into the birth of a new kinda war, the war on terrorism. i grew up in pennsylvania and i saw those towers falling on tv. i , like most of the us was outraged at what i saw. but i didnt go running to sign up, no i decided i was going to become a cna( certified nurses aide) and just live my life in peace, but then when i was let go of my first job i said might as well join, hell i wasnt getting any younger. so i went throught the prosses of signing my life and liberty to the army and to the nation i now serve. little did i know what i was getting my self into. i knew it was going to be hard, i knew i would be asked to do things i wasnt going to be thrilled about...but something i saw and heard shocked me, but looking back they more helped me that hurt me.