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Between 150 people, we had two horse trailers to fit on. We carried two large duffle bags, one on our back and another on our front. Our face crammed in our bags, getting screamed at by who we would shortly find out is the company’s Senior Drill Sergeant, and all you could smell is sweat, fear, and tears. When we arrived to Echo Company we were placed into platoons and shoved and pushed off of the trailer. Everyone got in a single file line and dropped their bags dress right dress. A lot of people struggled with this for some reason, between drill sergeants a little too close to you and getting screamed at for looking around some cracked under the pressure. The first three weeks of Basic Training is “Red Phase.” During Red Phase you receive death by power point everyday on anything that has ever happened in the Army, and the fundamentals of what you are expected to do over the next 9 weeks. During red phase your Drill sergeants work 20 hours of the day. They hate Red Phase just as much as you do. They tell you when to wake up, utilize the latrine, eat, and put you to bed every day. This is the phase that you lean everything you need to know when it comes to talking to a noncommissioned officer and anyone else of a high ranking in the military. “White Phase” is four weeks long. This is where you are given your first shot at freedom, or what your Drill Sergeants consider freedom. You are not around a drill sergeant

This was a moment to show everyone how far we had come during our time at basic training. After changing into our uniform, we were all presented with the Airmen’s Coin which symbolized that we had passed basic training and were now a part of the United States Airforce. This moment was both exciting and made me speechless to know that now I was going to have the opportunity to serve my country in a new way.

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.

Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and

road march, which is considering your Rights of Passage, Drill Sergeant Himes threw me a

It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.

I was born in beautiful city ludhiana and the place was full of life and wonders i spent may whole childhood there. I still remember a lot of thing that happened when i was child some memories are so bad that it seems that that it occurred few days back. one incident i remembered from my childhood is that i owned a dog named bravo, bravo was 8 year old. I have many memories with him , when bravo always knew when i am sick or not feeling well he use to come to me , rest his face on my knees an stay that way and always be my side when i am not in great place mentally. He is timid and very intelligent boy as bravo's death come uninvited and unexpected and made my life miserable. As bravo was so adorable playful, energetic and above all my best

Ella Wood. That’s who I am just Ella Wood a 16 year old girl who never really had much going on and who not many people knew. At least that’s what I had thought a few hours ago when my name wasn’t on the news and pretty much every other place that you could think of. You may be confused as to what I’m talking to you about, so let me tell you a story. Let me warn you though this is not just any story, but my story. First of all let me introduce myself a bit better. I live in a town that’s kind of big and called Blackview. I love to make music it’s one of my special talents and I could also dance. I have an older brother named Tyler. I also have a twin brother named Ethan we’re practically inseparable. We’ve done a lot of things together and

I grew up in a military family, but I would not consider myself to be a military brat. My father went to the naval academy and started his naval career in Washington D.C. My family then moved from Washington D.C., to Washington, to Missouri. With every move came a new school, and new friends. Once settled in Missouri, my father began going on more navy trips where he would go away for a few weeks. The older My brother and I got, the more the family came along with my father. We would stay at military base inns and hotels. We traveled everywhere form San Diego, Florida, to Hawaii. During these trips, I became comfortable with staying away from home, while simultaneously growing closer to my family. I grew up during those road trips because

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

To begin with, arriving at Ft Sill, Oklahoma from Florida was a drastic change in cold weather, elevation, and environment. “Welcome to the US Army, privates”, I remember the Drill Sergeants saying with smirks on their faces. Everything went from being peaceful and calm, to sudden screams, and rushing as if the world was about to come to an end. We were escorted out of the bus with eyes watching us from every single angle. As soon as everyone lined up, we had to unpack our bags and throw every belonging on the floor in order to be checked. The next day, an

“What will happen,” Sergeant Martin explained over the phone, “is that you will drive to Atlanta and stay in a hotel Monday night. You’ll stay the night there with the rest of the new recruits. Some will be leaving for Basic, some will be there their first time, like you. In the morning, they will walk you over to the building. It’s run by the Army, but you will meet people from

Are you sure you don't want me to just drive you guys there, said Marissa's mom. No were fine, I said it's just a mile walk it will only talk 20 minutes and we have each other. As me and marissa were walking down the drive way she turned to me and said I'm kinda scared this is a long walk and it's dark out. We'll be fine, I exclaimed. As we walked down the road we heard a noise in the dark.

At basic training your life is flipped up side down for eleven weeks with no way of talking to important people in your life ute through letters, you are forced to work with strangers, pushed to your limits, and are yelled at by grown men and women. The determination and dedication is what helped me get though basic training. I would have never guessed how basic would change my perspective in