Narrative Essay On Airborne School

Airborne School The trials and tribulations we are faced with come into our lives to challenge the very core of who we are. They define our character and bring to light our true morals and values. It all started in the summer of 2012; July to be exact. For some reason, I decided that being a soldier in the U.S Army wasn't enough. I wanted to go above and beyond the expectations that others had set for me. When I first heard about being "airborne" it seemed so surreal. In basic training, we sang cadences about it but I never really knew what it was until I went through it. The course was three weeks of torture. The only rest I had began around 6pm when we were finished training, and the weekend. Georgia was as hot as Hades and we ran around eight miles a day, every day. Walking was prohibited no matter who you were. Running everywhere was the only option, and if you fell out three times you were done and they would send you home. I had countless bruises all over my body and I was so sore I could barely stand up. I constantly prayed for strength and used a tube of icy hot a day. It was physically and mentally demanding, but I didn't care what I had to do I wasn't going to give up. I had never wanted anything more in my life. I craved to have the airborne wings on my chest and to get them I had to complete five jumps out
About half the people I had started with were gone. But I, the weakest of all of them made it to the finish line. My wings were pinned on my uniform, and I was so happy I could have screamed. I knew then that there was truly nothing in the world I couldn't accomplish if I wanted it bad enough. For me, this experience really showed me who I was and what I was made of. Nobody thought I was going to complete basic training to begin with, much less go airborne. It was an experience I will never forget and I can proudly stand here today and say that I am an airborne