Well guys some may not know but after high school and all the drama I went through I joined the military and that branch was the navy. I was quite happy at the time but when I went to boot camp I thought it was a little funny because the people there tried so hard to be mean and you could tell that they were actually good people.
The first thing I remember about boot camp was when we got off the bus because the instructors were all lines up and yelling at you hurry up, move faster, and move your ass. When we got inside they made us look down and not at the person talking to us. He made us put all our stuff behind us and then we made our final call to our loved ones. After that we had a pee test and then we had to go get our new uniforms which was our pt gear. It is a yellow shirt and blue shorts that have navy on it we also got new underwater, shoes, sweats, and other essentials.
After that we had gathered all our things into the sea bag and had to carry it to our barracks room that's where we meet out chief and petty officers. My chief was a female and my petty officers were male I like my Cheif more then the petty officers because she understood more about how every body was feeling then out petty officers. During my time in boot camp it was fun, hard, and stressful. I was having fun at first but then it came to us having to go to out actually barracks which is the building I was supposed to be living in and they made us pack out sea bags and then carry it all the way there. It was about 2 to 3 miles there we were all tired by the time we got there and then we choose our racks which is out bed.
For a while we were doing good didn't get into trouble did everything we were supposed to do but after a while out NMTI'S started to get mad at us because people kept acting stupid and now know what we were supposed to do but we all knew what we were supposed to do because they went over everything multiple times. During that time in boot camp we were beat so many times( doing exercises) and it killed us but it put us in shape. When I went into boot camp I weighed 135 lbs but when I left I weighed 125 I had lost 10 pounds. I remember when we had got our weight and height checked the man told me dang you need to eat more breakfast.
But during my time in boot camp I had 3 mental breakdowns and 3 or 4 panic attacks. Because when I saw when someone got beat there was nothing I could do about it and it reminded me of my father and I would cry and hipperviniiate and my hands would start shaking. My chief thought I was freaking out about the stuff we were doing but I never told her the real reason why I was having them. I was very happy when I graduated boot camp it was one of the most amazing days of my life. My mother and her mother came to see it but I didn't get to see them to long because i had to go back to the barracks to pack my stuff and move to the other side where the a- schools were. After that we marched to the gate so that we could go on liberty with our parents.
I stayed with my mom and her mom for the weekend and then I came back I stayed in chicago for 1 month before going to A-school in Virginia I had a blast at chicago because that's where I meet one of my best of friends that I know call Wifie because me and her are just that close. We had done some crazy stuff with each other but what the crazy thing is that we never separated from each other it was like when you saw her toy saw me and when you saw me you saw her.
After a month had past I went to Virginia and signed in to a school.
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