Training Camp Narrative

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

Today is the last day before I report for Spring Training. Of the 5,000,000 children playing baseball in the U.S., only 1,500 will be drafted into the MLB. I have worked hard enough to be one of the lucky few that make it. Before I report for Spring Training, I want to have a day to remember. I would go to my most favorite places, go see my most favorite people, and go do some of my favorite things.

Some people got sick and even injured. Ryan Oaks one of our linemen got injured. His shins got all gashed up and bloody, because he kept falling down on rocks. Emilio another one of our line got sick. He was very dehydrated and past out. Dayon was one our receivers and he couldn’t walk any farther, because his legs were so cramped up. I didn’t get sick but I got a few scratches on my legs from walking through thorns and bushes.

During my grade first year in high school I was quite shy and only had friends that I had known from elementary school and through baseball academy. The year was going decent until just after my birthday in the spring, when I started to get random stomach pains. They started off as just an aching pain but slowly with time became more serious and painful, almost as if you were getting stabbed with a knife. As the pains got worse I started missing school in order to try and recover from what I thought at the time was just a stomach flu. After my first couple weeks off school my parents had a suspicion that maybe this was something worse than a stomach flu so they took me to go see a general practitioner. After the GP did some tests, she wasn’t quite sure what was wrong so she referred me to a local Pediatrician. Again, after seeing the pediatrician and having some tests done there was still no diagnosis for what could be causing the pain. The most plausible explanation was that I must have had bacteria in my intestines that isn’t usually supposed to be there, and because

It all started three years ago when i was a freshman. One day my friends and I decided we want to join a sport to have an after school activity but since we weren’t on the athletic side we wanted to join something where you don’t have to run too much. Through school analcments we found out that our school has an girls bowling team and you don’t need any prior experience to join, so we went to an informational meeting and the coaches seemed really nice and so did the girls. Two weeks later on monday came the tryouts, we went to see how it is and it was hard. The main struggle was to get the ball stay on the layne and not go into the gutter. I personally couldn't get it to stay on the layne and wanted to quit it because I was so frustrated

There was a boy named Carlos. Carlos got every thing he wanted, because his parents were rich. His parents were snobby and were show-offs too. Every morning of the summer he went out to his back yard and threw the ball around on his football field in his backyard. Carlos always loves walk out to the fresh smelling green football field. He would do his morning routine. When he woke up he would get ready for the day he would put on his athletic clothes. When he went out he would take the monster truck tire and pull it down and back, down and back, for a total of 1,000 yards. Carlos could always taste his sweat drip into his mouth after the workout. After that he would take a bag of footballs and set one on each 10 yard line until the other side in the endzone. He would throw each football into his field goal post and did that with every football. If he didn’t get every football into the endzone, Carlos would get beat by his father, a multi-million dollar

I stepped out of the dark secluded room and into the bright sunlight. My eyes stung from the burning sunlight. I hadn’t seen the sunlight in ages. I had to go into hiding for months. The Nazi’s were searching everywhere for us. I wouldn’t let myself be captured. I had to trek on and flee from Germany. My family had made it to America and I owed it to them to make it there too.

I feel a cold chill as I slide my helmet down my greasy black hair. As I rub my right hand over the smooth metal of my handgun. I listen to the crashing water bashing into the side of the boat. Suddenly it stops, to create an eerie silence. We’re here. I kneel down and tighten the laces of my boots. As I let go of the laces, I realise that my hands are shaking unbearably. I still can’t believe that this is happening and a part of me wishes that I was back home or that I could just stay on the boat as everyone else invades Cobblers Bay. The sound of the heavy thud of boots echoes throughout the room as my comrades climb up the ladder. Christian quietly sobs as we prepare are gear. We met at school and have been friends ever since. He never wanted to join the army but he had no other choice as he was a conscript like me.

Our drills and plays are tiring, But the championship trophy was inspiring. We push through the day, hour by hour, Fighting to stand up, with all of our power. We know we are

Have you ever been so excited for something, and then not get to participate in it? It was basketball season during hell week, which is what our school calls tryout week for sports. I was a freshman on jv, running sprints for conditioning when I started having shooting pains in my shin. I was scared but I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to play. I knew I should have gone to the trainer before I got hurt but I didn’t want to. I learned pretty quickly after things escalated that I should never give up, and things will get better if you put your mind to it and be determined to work at it as best you can.

I lost everything, my home and family. I lost friends and colleagues, if any survived I never found out, I was forced to evacuate after sustaining injuries, I lost contact with everyone.” His voice shook as he spoke, “Today’s the first time I’ve gathered enough courage to share this.”

When my team and I fought at Belleau Wood, you were me and never give up. Others like you were my gunner and my squad. You never gave up on that day. The one thing I was never prepared for and still not ready for, was how to survive the aftermath of war.

Being a scrawny exceedingly short fifth grader, I was surrounded by other fifth graders that seemed to tower over me like skyscrapers. It was a Scorching, sunny, beautiful Monday: but more specifically it was the first day of the football season. The nerves in my body started to take over and almost felt out of place because small skinny kids don't play football, but my love for football exceeded beyond my fear and allowed me to give it a shot.

Day one was possibly the most stressful day of the whole ordeal. From the start, I doubted myself. How was I, a 160lb unfit kid, supposed to carry 70lbs of kit and march 16 miles thru hills and forest? How was I going to finish complete all this and carry on to become what my country needed of me? And then I heard it “Push on! This was going to be your

Day two and forward we woke up at 4 am with yelling and screaming that we had 15 minutes to shower, shave and get in line for physical training and breakfast. Everything was 15 to 20 minutes including eating; you learn to eat real quickly. Training was tough but as the weeks went on it got easier. Then around week 4 we had to swim, I was never a strong swimmer so I was nervous but I made it through. Around week five it seemed they got a little easier and then explained that the toughness was to help us rely on each other and build the necessary teamwork within us all.