I remember my first night there like it was last night. My palms were so sweaty that I couldn’t get a secure grip on my bags. The line ahead of me was moving so fast that I knew at some point I would lose my tight grip, and my bags would tumble to the ground. If that were to happen, then they would remain there, and I would be forced to continue to march towards the unknown.
My mind was spinning so fast with worry about what was going to take place over the next few months. I didn’t know where our new sergeants were taking hundreds and hundreds of new soldiers.
By the time we made it to our barracks, the sun had fallen entirely, and the sky was jet black. We all were pushing and shoving each other so we could find a bunk to throw our bags on and then fall in line.
We began and ended our night with 4 drill sergeants that seem to have each drank an entire pot of black coffee and then chased it with a red bull. There energy and anger level was through the roof. They made us do pushups, flutter kicks, and planks until every part of our body gave out.
Then all of a sudden, they yelled out, “go shower and lights out in 15 minutes.” I thought how in the world our all these ladies suppose to shower and get in our bunks within 15 minutes, but somehow we made it happen.
When the lights were turned out, I laid in my bunk with my covers pulled all the way up to my neck and tightly gripping my sheets. I stared at the ceiling in silence. I couldn’t see anything, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only thing you could take in was the strong smell of Pine-Sol. That was the only thing that I could smell every night, and it seemed as though every night, the smell became more and more intense.
Needless to say, I now hate the smell of Pine-Sol.
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