Narrative Essay On Military Equipment

I could hear soldiers wearing a green hat yell “Hurry the fuck up, let’s go!" "What the hell is taking you so long!?" All the while I was carry two green duffel bags filled with fifty pounds each of my military uniforms. In that moment I felt, as though I had super hero power strength. I couldn’t feel the weight of my bags, and waddled my way up to my bed, which was on the third floor of the building. My assigned drill sergeant, Hernandez for third platoon, looked at me with disgust by how my hair was all over the place, and said "Get your fucking life together." I was terrified, my heart felt like it was racing of 100 mph. I placed my stuff on the ground, and she explained that there was more gear that I needed. I thought to myself what else do I need; my duffel bags are over capacity with what I was given. The following week she handed out third platoon's gear which contained more uniforms, a gas mask, tactical body gear, a helmet, and a sleeping bag. Drill sergeant Hernandez woke up third platoon the next day. "Today feels
She then made us count each item to make sure we had 100% percent accountability for our gear. I didn’t understand what the purpose of this game was, but my experience made me more aware of my surroundings. My weapon couldn’t leave my side. If you came back downstairs with no weapon the whole platoon paid the price with push-ups. Although, I found myself wanting to throw my weapon away, because it became a hassle to carry with all my other gear. In moments of grabbing my gear with all the chaos, I would place it by my bed side but quickly developed a muscle memory skill to not leave it behind. After five hours of playing her game, and no one loosing family day; I had a sense of relief thinking that the game was finished. In contrast, it made drill sergeant Hernandez angry that no one lost family day, so the games