Personal Narrative: My First Day Of The United States Air Force

The coach bus door erupted openly with such an enormous force, I felt my spine blench. I was accost in the early dawn before the sun had risen to the crisp morning air; however, the morning air was not nearly as frigid as the next few moments awaiting me. This is my first day of the United States Air Force Basic Training. Tall men in uniforms and prodigious military hats suppurated around me. The men yelling obscenities. I couldn't help being affected by the barrage of verbal abuse flowing from this welcoming committee. Regardless, one question they asked stood out to me in particular,