A Complete Break from Things
I'm looking into the national guard because they seem to have a lot to offer, but after today, I'm not so sure about my choice.
A while back, the History channel was showing a documentary over the military, the Marines. There were two groups: a group of college kids coming into the military and a group of trainees on their last two weeks of training, just in time for what they call(pardon the language)"He__ Week." I believe the name of the show was "Training Day." We were watching it and a friend from the UCM, who has already gone through training and is involved in the National Guard. She looked like she was captivated by the show, as though recalling all the memories of "He__ Week." My curiousity was peeked because I didn't really understand just how hard "He__ Week" was, but she did; so I enquired about it to her. She shared some of the expiriences of that week, and I realized that I was never going to be ready for that week, despite the fact that she said by the time it rolls around you should be ready.
I truly appriciate her dedication and the training she goes through to get where she is. But I can't ever understand the feelings that come up during those ten weeks of training.
On a lighter note: Today I got a term paper done and when I turned it in, I answered him with a "Sir!" and promptly presented my essay for him to take for examination. I went back to my dorm thinking about the coming training that I will go through for Air National Guard, how it would feel to be a 'trooper, and what my friend had told me about the Staff Sgt.s eating tuna onion sandwiches so when you were spoke to you would inevitably foul up and react.
My imagination started going, as I hadn't slept much in the last three days due to papers, worries, and it's all my choice.
I imagined a skinny, funny-looking trainee looking as immoble and alert as possible as a staff sergent, yellow onion in hand, spout lectures(mouth half-full) through a cloud of foul nocious breath the likes of which slowly erk the trainee. "Simons! You ever seen a squat before, because I that's got to be a first records to go down as the worst squat I have ever seen!"
Yeah I could be a Staff Sgt. some day. My head is already filled with horrible tortures to bring out the best in people.
My day-dream went something like this:
NOTICE: THERE IS SUGGESTION OF FOUL LANGUAGE. No need to read if you already know how these guys get things done...
Simons is a bit of a slacker. Pulled aside,about to get a good lesson in unity.
*platoon just returns from the field others line the bathrooms*
-Chief Drill Instructor-"Simons! You call that a squat?! I got people lined up for a bathroom that can squat more than you! And they're not as full of -..poo!
-Sir! Permission to speak freely..-
-I didn't tell you to speak! I told you to squat! But since you feel like you need special attention, I'll make you our special mascot of the day!
-Troop four thirty-two, Report!
*all leave bathroom and assemble*
-Troop 432, a trooper in your squad feels special and I've oblidged to grant him his wish; So for the remainder of the day, Mr. Simons is going to get all the special attention he can handle!
*shadow of dispare falls*
-Did you relieve yourselves? I hope you did because we're going to run! And Simons is in Lead!
-Before you go and get your well earned lesson, I'd like to say a few things!- Let this be a lesson that special individuals get special notice by the enemy! If you are EVER to be an effective platooon, you WILL realize that you are no better, nor worse than the other. Now get out of here!
-Disiplinary Staff Sgt."Order three fourty, Platoon 2! Move out!"
*Later that day... 5 hours later*
*all are dragging into formation for evening debrief*
-Chief Drill Instructor-*welcoming*"Troop 432! Where have you been? Role call was at 16 hundered hours. Your exceresize was at 15 hundred hours. and yet you've managed to miss both of them! You are a disgrace of a platoon! Your conduct is unbecoming! I would love to take you all back to basics, but I don't have time for more horse..poo!
-Therefore! For the Next three days, we are going to redouble our efforts!
-Hard work makes hard men and you look like you could use some hard work!
-So have fun boys and girls because tomarrow, we work!
-Staff sgt. Rucker! Meals are half time; after which, you will conductbasic excerecises and educate this platoon on how to be on time for the remainder of that time until normal excersizes at 15 hundred hours!
-Dismissed!
-Staff sgt.-"Troop 432! Move to living quarters! Now!"
I thought about that and it seems pretty funny, but I think I would feel differently if I were in Simons's place. Sad thing is... I will be in his place if I join. I hate being singled out and I hate being alone so I question whether it's really the best idea. If I don't go, I don't know what I'll say to all those that I had lied to, I almost can't face either of those situations.
God forgive me and be with me, especially when I'm all alone.
~BJbear~
PS: If military life wasn't so hard, I wish I could be on a cruiser. "Provide for the common defense! 'Hooah!'"
A while back, the History channel was showing a documentary over the military, the Marines. There were two groups: a group of college kids coming into the military and a group of trainees on their last two weeks of training, just in time for what they call(pardon the language)"He__ Week." I believe the name of the show was "Training Day." We were watching it and a friend from the UCM, who has already gone through training and is involved in the National Guard. She looked like she was captivated by the show, as though recalling all the memories of "He__ Week." My curiousity was peeked because I didn't really understand just how hard "He__ Week" was, but she did; so I enquired about it to her. She shared some of the expiriences of that week, and I realized that I was never going to be ready for that week, despite the fact that she said by the time it rolls around you should be ready.
I truly appriciate her dedication and the training she goes through to get where she is. But I can't ever understand the feelings that come up during those ten weeks of training.
On a lighter note: Today I got a term paper done and when I turned it in, I answered him with a "Sir!" and promptly presented my essay for him to take for examination. I went back to my dorm thinking about the coming training that I will go through for Air National Guard, how it would feel to be a 'trooper, and what my friend had told me about the Staff Sgt.s eating tuna onion sandwiches so when you were spoke to you would inevitably foul up and react.
My imagination started going, as I hadn't slept much in the last three days due to papers, worries, and it's all my choice.
I imagined a skinny, funny-looking trainee looking as immoble and alert as possible as a staff sergent, yellow onion in hand, spout lectures(mouth half-full) through a cloud of foul nocious breath the likes of which slowly erk the trainee. "Simons! You ever seen a squat before, because I that's got to be a first records to go down as the worst squat I have ever seen!"
Yeah I could be a Staff Sgt. some day. My head is already filled with horrible tortures to bring out the best in people.
My day-dream went something like this:
NOTICE: THERE IS SUGGESTION OF FOUL LANGUAGE. No need to read if you already know how these guys get things done...
Simons is a bit of a slacker. Pulled aside,about to get a good lesson in unity.
*platoon just returns from the field others line the bathrooms*
-Chief Drill Instructor-"Simons! You call that a squat?! I got people lined up for a bathroom that can squat more than you! And they're not as full of -..poo!
-Sir! Permission to speak freely..-
-I didn't tell you to speak! I told you to squat! But since you feel like you need special attention, I'll make you our special mascot of the day!
-Troop four thirty-two, Report!
*all leave bathroom and assemble*
-Troop 432, a trooper in your squad feels special and I've oblidged to grant him his wish; So for the remainder of the day, Mr. Simons is going to get all the special attention he can handle!
*shadow of dispare falls*
-Did you relieve yourselves? I hope you did because we're going to run! And Simons is in Lead!
-Before you go and get your well earned lesson, I'd like to say a few things!- Let this be a lesson that special individuals get special notice by the enemy! If you are EVER to be an effective platooon, you WILL realize that you are no better, nor worse than the other. Now get out of here!
-Disiplinary Staff Sgt."Order three fourty, Platoon 2! Move out!"
*Later that day... 5 hours later*
*all are dragging into formation for evening debrief*
-Chief Drill Instructor-*welcoming*"Troop 432! Where have you been? Role call was at 16 hundered hours. Your exceresize was at 15 hundred hours. and yet you've managed to miss both of them! You are a disgrace of a platoon! Your conduct is unbecoming! I would love to take you all back to basics, but I don't have time for more horse..poo!
-Therefore! For the Next three days, we are going to redouble our efforts!
-Hard work makes hard men and you look like you could use some hard work!
-So have fun boys and girls because tomarrow, we work!
-Staff sgt. Rucker! Meals are half time; after which, you will conductbasic excerecises and educate this platoon on how to be on time for the remainder of that time until normal excersizes at 15 hundred hours!
-Dismissed!
-Staff sgt.-"Troop 432! Move to living quarters! Now!"
I thought about that and it seems pretty funny, but I think I would feel differently if I were in Simons's place. Sad thing is... I will be in his place if I join. I hate being singled out and I hate being alone so I question whether it's really the best idea. If I don't go, I don't know what I'll say to all those that I had lied to, I almost can't face either of those situations.
God forgive me and be with me, especially when I'm all alone.
~BJbear~
PS: If military life wasn't so hard, I wish I could be on a cruiser. "Provide for the common defense! 'Hooah!'"
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