So more on my wonderful military life. I joined for one reason and one reason only, to support my wife and some day family. Well to start as you all read in my other post the Military has changed. Military life for me started in about July of 2005 when I "signed the dotted line." I entered the delayed entry program to ensure that I got the job I wanted. On Jan 10, 2006 I got on a bus and rode to the military processing center in Denver. From that day forward my life has forever changed. I then got on a bus and went straight to D.I.A, I never really new what to expect when I joined. So I fly from Denver to San Antonio. When I arrived I don't really remember the ride to Lackland AFB, but I was nervous as non-other. Well we finally arrive on base, and got a real good idea of what military life was like. The first thing I saw when we finally stopped driving was a Military Training Instructor (M.T.I) and the first thing he said was "get of my bus you have thirty seconds, move." So we all hurry off the bus still get yelled at by now multiple MTI's. That was the scariest thing I have ever experienced. Oh did I mention this is at like 10 pm, and I have been up all day, since about 6. So we finally get all formed up and they show us are beds it is about 11 or 12 now, we were very happy to finally see a nice bed. Well we thought a bed would be nice until about 3 am they come in yelling and screaming, telling us to get up and get against our lockers.
So this goes on for a couple days and finally we are getting used to the lack of sleep, we have uniforms, our first haircut, for guys we get shaved bald, we know how to clean our bays (will explain). Oh and all the civilian clothes, and fun stuff you ll take for granite, is shoved in a closet and left for the next six weeks. So we are advancing nicely we all have specific jobs: clean bathroom, align beds, sweep floor, laundry crew, and many more. So I was the hangar monitor, I had to make sure everyone had the right amount of hangars in the lockers everyday. We all also had to be door guard, this is were the instructors love to yell. The guards job is to verify ID's and only allow authorized people in the bays. Well if you were the dumb one who let the wrong one in well we all got to do a lot of PT for it. Well I never fell for that even when someone tried to hide and get in. Well we also had locker and bed inspections, more fun and yelling. Well if you haven't figured it out yet any time you did something wrong you did PT and got yelled at. Well me, being not so good at cleanliness failed all but one of my inspections go figure. The class actually voted to see if I should stay or not, well they voted for me to stay lucky me. Well on week 5 I was recycled, sent back, temporarily to week 0, this sucks. More getting yelled at and more PT, well the week is finally over and I return to my original flight in time for graduation. Oh by the way this was basic training an entire six weeks. This was just the beginning of my wonderful military life.
Well I will continue on the rest of my training (tech school) on my next post thanks for listening and hope this gives you some incite.
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