This story is about my life (not going to give specific details like what town or what school I go to so please don't ask). It will be about my experience with Navy Junior ROTC at my school and going through the different training and everything (pl...
I go around the back of the formation and put my bags with my clothes, sleeping bag, spare shoes, pillow, toothbrush, toothpaste, towels, and body wash on a patch of grass in the back in front of one of the barracks (long tin cabins with a gazillion bunk beds and lockers on either side where we sleep).
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I join the far back side of the formation as we are being instructed what's going on next.
In our platoon, "Third Herd", we have a pretty good mix of kids, most of us are pretty average size with a few shorter kids and a few chubbier kids similar to me. We have two men in military uniform and one women. We have three male Cadet Aids and two female Cadet Aids, most of which are from Bethel since we practically run this BLT.
We are instructed that the barracks behind us are the male barracks from our platoon and that the ones to our right are the female barracks. The females are told to grab their bags and go find a spot in their barracks. Us males wait as the females grab their bags and start to cover to the right (fill in the spaces).
Soon enough we are told to grab our bags and go to the barracks behind us. We all enter from the left side of the barracks and I'm more towards the back of the pack so by the time I enter most of the bunks already have been claimed meaning that I won't have one to myself. I end up being bunk mates with a guy more towards the left end of the barracks with the bunk on the back side of the barracks closer to the woods. I end up being on the top bunk because I'm shorter than him so it will be easier for me to be up there because he would to tall to sit up and climb down in the morning and climb up at night.
We are told to dump out all our stuff onto our bunk and that it will be inspected by a Cadet Aid or one of the men in uniform.
Shit. Yup now I'm scared they are going to find out because I had to pack pads (for obvious reasons) and if they find them they will question me. I quickly dump out my bags and try my best to quickly conceal them in hope that nobody will find them. Thankfully, a Cadet Aid from Bethel comes over to check my stuff, most of them know about me being trans so he probably won't question anything. He checks it out and doesn't say anything.
Meanwhile another Cadet is getting yelled at because there was playing cards in his bag.
"Why in the world would you pack cards? Do you really think that you will have time to play? What were you even going to play with them? What are you gonna gamble?" one of the men in uniform questions him.
"I-I swear I didn't pack them my mom must've put them in there for me" the Cadet stutters.
"Okay blame it on your mom" the man in uniform says.
He proceeds onto the next bunk bringing the cards with him.
He is rummaging through the stuff on the top bunks stuff when he comes across another set of cards.
"Really why in the world do you kids think you should bring cards?" he asks.
"Sorry Sir it must've been my mom too" the Cadet says.
"It's Sergeant not Sir don't ever call me Sir again you call me by my rank which is Sergeant" he says.
Second lesson learned, call the men/women in uniform Sergeant unless you want to get yelled at and/or do more PT.
The Sergeant comes over to my bunk.
"Did you guys get checked already?" he asks.
"Yes Si-sergeant" I say correcting myself at the last second.
"I'll make sure you guys aren't hiding anything too" he says.
Shit shit shit. I'm gonna get busted I know it I swear I hope he does not go through my pillow case.
He finishes checking my bunk buddies stuff and it's all clear. Here goes.
He starts looking through my stuff and says it's all clear.
I guess he didn't suspect anything because he was on the ground so it was harder to see my stuff. One perk of having the top bunk.
Soon enough the Sergeant gets down to Ian Farley's bunk. Ugh does he really have to be in the same platoon as me I bet if anyone outs me it's going to be him. I seriously get the feeling whenever I'm around him that he hates my guts and I don't know why.
The Sergeant asks him if his stuff has been inspected yet and he says "Yes Sir".
Oh my gosh. Is he really that dumb.
The Sergeant gets mad at him for referring to him as Sir instead of Sergeant and makes him do pushups. The Sergeant then makes Ian do this thing called a bombing run where you lie on your stomach and stick out your arms to the side above the ground as if you were a plane. Then you proceed to make bomb/gun shot sounds until you are told to stop.
"That's it Peter Pan keep flying" the Sergeant says.
I almost laugh aloud at his new nickname. Peter Pan. The fact that we are Third Herd the green platoon makes it even better.
Soon enough we are all told to go onto the ground and do a bombing run.
"Nnnnnrrrrrrrrrrr, boooommmmm, booooommm, ddddddddrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" is all that can be heard throughout the barracks along with laughter.
I am honestly surprised, I never thought it would be possible to have fun here yet I have been proven wrong and it feels like we haven't even been here for an hour.
I guess you can always find fun, even in the worst possible situations.
Here it is another crappy chapter sent to you by me Kayden aka Ultimate Trash. It's another pretty short one and I might post another part tonight but the one that starts the next day of BLT will probably be longer because I might try to fit most of the day into one chapter so get pumped. Anyways see you fellow losers next time.
