Boot Camp Narrative

March 2006, I made the best decision in my life, and that was to join the U.S. Navy. I left for the boot camp two months later. I have no idea what is going to be in stores for me when I hit boot camp. What I can tell was that my hands felt clammy and I was very nervous and anxious at the same time. I knew the moment that I arrive to Great Lakes, Illinois, and my life would change forever. I knew physically that I would change but how about mentally?

Did I make it? That was the question I was asking myself the night before what was going to be one of the most special days of my life. After being called to leave for Air Force Basic Training on a short 8-day notice, I was now finally at the end of my journey and tomorrow I would graduate and become an Airmen. The nerves and excitement were running through my body as I was unable to sleep in anticipation of the big day. Now the day is here and I get to celebrate all my hard work by seeing my family and earning the title of an Air Force Airmen.

No matter what happened during the school year I would always come back to camp and be able to spend time with the girls that went from friends to family over the nine years that I had known them. This last year was the last time I would ever get to do activities, earn merits or even swim a mile. During my last two weeks at CLH I knew this but it did not sink in until it was my last time to hike up to Church Mountain as a camper. On the way up my eyes started to sting and I reached over and grabbed my friend Riata’s hand. I looked over at her and saw that she was crying too. Once I realized she was I looked around and witnessed my entire cabin start to break down and come to understand, this was our last year, our last chance to do anything a camper could do. It was during this time that I truly came to appreciate everything camp has taught me and the great friends that I made along the way.

There have been many monumental and influential experiences in my life, but the most impactful on my life would have to be acquiring the opportunity to start as a quarterback during my sophomore year of highschool. A quarterback is a player who is positioned behind the center, who directs a team’s offensive play. The quarterback is the leader of the football team. To be able to be a leader at a young age is a very valuable asset to have. I discovered at a young age that only because something does not appear to be good, does not mean that it can not become good.

Football can not only teach you about teamwork but as well as commitments and responsibilities. When on a team this is no I or me there is only us and we, that commitment is made as soon as you pledge to help your fellow teammates and participate in the sport. Most sports now in common day are not likely to be inexpensive but highly costly, especially football. The child’s parents make the commitment to pay for the registration, the equipment, and time to be there to cheer on their

Something that ticks me off is that people think football is hitting people with the ball and to beat the other team. There is more to football than that. It is about brotherhood and having each other's backs and making sure that when one of them does their job wrong you can help them out because you won't let one of your teammates fail. It is about waking up and doing intense workouts and finishing it with your teammates and getting better while everyone else is still sleeping.

This summer I will be a CIT (counselor in training) at Camp Cherry Valley that is located on the island of Catalina, right off the coast of Southern California. It's a really nice camp with an incredible staff, and this was one of the first things that I noticed last summer when I got off the boat that takes you from the mainland to the island. The week that I spent at the camp with my troop was as a senior patrol leader. As soon as I got back from camp I knew that I wanted to be part of the same staff as last year. The first step I needed to do to go to Camp Cherry Valley was to submit an application online write about why I believed that I qualified and was capable of doing the job. When they received my application and saw that I had already

This was my first deployment to Iraq and second overall deployment with Bravo Company, 1-501 Parachute Infantry Regiment. I was only in one direct fire engagement during my first deployment. So when we were notified of your company being selected to change areas of operation to one of the hottest spots in all of Iraq I was not sure what to expect. I had only been a Squad Leader for 6 months and I was not exactly sure how my young squad would handle the realities of war. We were stationed in Alaska and the army chose us to attend a Joint Readiness Training Center (JRTC) rotation in Fort Polk, Louisiana that prepared us for the adverse conditions of Iraq. During JRTC we conducted multiple raids while being paired with a team from 20th Special

That night our last assignment was to escape from a prison camp nestled in the jungle not far from our location. We were formed up in platoon size chunks and marched down a dusty road with instructions to periodically peel off into the woods when the guards were looking in groups of four. The march began and the Sgt. gave the word that every 30 seconds a different group would run for the woods and work their way to friendly lines. Now with my group we had an officer candidate for West Point when he graduated this phase of training, and he didn’t let us forget that. We were all the same rank though for the moment and we would see what leadership qualities he lacked shortly thereafter. When it came our time to bolt we charged out through ditch

Hi, my name is Hannah Lancaster and I am a freshman at the Career and Technical High School and prior to going to the Career and Technical High School I had listed ROTC as one of my electives I would like to join but sadly it never made it onto my schedule. I was wondering if I could start out going to ROTC sophomore of my High School career and if so if I have to take any extra courses for missing my MS1

What does football mean to you? To many, it means teamwork, competition, strategy, and tensions. Football has been around for many years, but recently, many are becoming aware and concerned about the deadly and life threatening dangers football harbors. There is also controversy in terms of age, and whether or not young children should be exposed to the brutality of the sport, given the high impact injuries. The important characteristics football instructs are tremendously important and valuable, although, considering the harmful and detrimental factors, children should not be exposed and victimized as a result of playing football.

I am getting ready to go to the United States Drill Sergeant School, May 2011. All I have heard at this point was how hard the school is from everyone in my Battalion. Christopher Peeples had just graduated and returned from the school, so I made sure to discuss the school with him. He informed me that as long as I learned the first three modules, I would be fine. Easy for him to say, I have always been horrible at memorizing anything since I was younger. So I studied the first three modules; the position of attention, the hand salute, and the rest position for the halt.

One experience that has been particularly meaningful to me is my experience playing varsity football. Not only has this experience been the highlight of my high school career, but it has also been one of the most worthwhile experiences I have had. While participating in football, I have not only built many relationships that will last a lifetime, but I have also learned many lessons that I may not have learned without football. I learned how to deal with great diversity, whether it be on a small scale, such as responding to an unfortunate play, or on a larger scale, such as bouncing back from a season ending defeat. I have also learned the importance of hard work, perseverance, and

The blue midnight sky was glistening with infinite stars that lay above my slanted head as I watched the twilight moon above me. Glancing down at my hand, catching sight of the time, gave me the realization that this was actually happening. My hands trembling as fast as the wheels spinning on a motorbike driving 120 km on a highway Months of preparation, years of mental training and the day had arrived faster than ever. My mind and heart were trapped in the though and mission of protecting and defending my country, the country that gave me everything and was everything. I was 18 they call me Mailto Sonu, with a passion of going into the military as a young child, and the curiosity-filled in my head of what it would feel like to stand on the rusty, rough, and coarse sand.

I was eighteen and on June 18th when I signed my final paperwork, my contract and got sword in. I was full of emotions when I reported to Basic Combat Training (BCT). I was nervous because this gonna be my first time traveling without my family. I was anxious because I didn’t know what to expect. Even though my grandfather and uncles told me stories about how it was when they were in the military and how things changed threw the years, it didn’t make it any easier on my nerves. Through my nervousness and anxiety, I was feeling confident that I would complete BCT and make my family