My decision to join the military in general I believe subconsciously started when my older brother returned from Army basic training. While my brother was a pretty smart guy he had never really been to apply himself nor did he have the drive to, but whatever had happened to him during army basic training had made a change in him; a change for the best. He came back and the transformation was evident in every single one of his actions and thoughts. He had a drive to accomplish all of his goals dreams and aspiration, not only that he had the discipline necessary to stay on his new found path. I went on to college in the fall fallowing his return from basic training not sure if these new traits and strength I saw in him would continue or disappear. When I returned home that fall after my first semester and talked to him and I saw the changes had stayed with him and grown even further. With all that he had used the tools he had been given to accomplish so much in already so little of time. All that stayed in my head, but it did not become relevant to me until my sophomore year of college. I realized that while I was…
I know I’m very excited about it. As I’m getting my cap ready, decorating it and making plans with my friends; I’m reminded by my grandfather who, the day after his graduation, went to Vietnam, that not everyone gets this celebration. He didn’t get a graduation party; he didn’t get a bonfire with his friends. He walked off his graduation stage onto a plane headed for war. And how lucky are we that he did. That he and 2.5 million others did. These people didn’t get parties. They instead got flying bullets and little support from home. So please, in this time of joy for those of you graduating or celebrating a family member or friend’s graduation, do not forget of the Americans who, instead of celebrating, died on the battlefield. And instead of celebrating today as a day to barbeque and drink, remember that today, is a day of…
I knew it was going to be the longest nine weeks of my entire life. The first three days were pretty excruciating, no sleep, and no food. We were basically being prepared and tested for the hail storm up a head. Our drill sergeants were pretty much crazy, drill sergeant Calarco, 5’10 half Italian half something else, he had broad shoulders, abs of steel and did over 100 pushups in two minutes. Then there was the meanest, sickest person I had ever met, drill sergeant Coolidge. Probably around six feet tall freakishly skinny, freakishly strong and always gave you the crazies stare downs that made you look away immediately. I thought I knew what pain felt like, but after a session with Coolidge, the word pain took a very different meaning. Each exercise he made us do was meant to inflict pain and pain only. Towards the end of our training Coolidge told us that 90 percent of us were going to be deployed within a six month or a year period and man he was right. Six months later I had orders in hand saying Spc Garcia, you’re going to the sandbox.…
Five years later after the T.J incident, I decided to move to the luxurious base of Pearl Harbor in Oahu, Hawaii ("Where Is Pearl Harbor Located?") in 1938. I was living in a small apartment right outside of the base. The only reason I moved there is to pursue my dream of becoming a pilot in the Navy. I decided to sign myself up for a boot camp that was being held at the Naval Academy. I was very satisfied to see that there was not a lot of people signed up for the camp. However, I knew that I still had to be in the best shape of my life. A week passed and I was ready for the wear and tear of the boot camp. Finally, the day came to start boot camp. The first day of boot camp was way different than what I expected. Actually, it was very easy…
A bunch of my family members was at my graduation. They were very excited for me and cheering very loud because I was about to get my high school diploma. When I got to the gym, everybody was getting ready to walk to the football field. I was thinking that I had finally succeeded and reached the day I had been waiting on since ninth grade. I was happy that I finally reached my goal to graduate on the night that ended high school life and started my college life. Everyone was always asking me what I wanted to do in college after graduation, but I was not sure because I like to cook different things. It is always fun to try…
In a loud informational brief to my whole training class I was informed that the area was referred to as the CTA (covered troop area). Drill Sergeant Willaims was so close to me I could tell he used tide detegant on his uniform. I was being screamed at to pick up my duffel bag that probably only weighed 50 pounds, but felt like it weighed more like 500, and hold it above my head until told to place it back down. To my surprise there was no instruction to put it down. I held that bag above my head for what seemed like a lifetime, but in reality was not even a minute. My arms are limp, they feel like jelly, if they told me to pick that back up above my head again I just might die. I quickly learned what the punishment was for not following an order. Push ups, as if my arms weren’t weak already now I have to push 158 pounds of myself up and down as I stared at my new best friend. I found myself in this position a lot. It wasn’t that I was a trouble maker, or that I didn’t follow direction, it was that the Army thinks that doing push ups builds character. Corrective actions build your character, your battle buddies character, and the character of all the people in your platoon. I was no longer myself, I became one of 54 that made up first platoon, and that meant that I would suffer and strive in the troubles or the glories of my…
The opportunities of departing for school have been a colossal stepping stone for me and every other student Veteran, opening a door of wonderful opportunities to succeed in college. Earning a degree will not only be one of the biggest accomplishments of my life, moreover it will serve to help other Veterans in need. The journey of my life has not been a fairy tale, I can help create a “happily ever after” for other veterans in need. Knowing I helped a Veteran in need achieve their life goals makes my college experience that much more…
I could accept the idea of graduation as superb in many ways.The great part of about graduation is I will not to stress about all the homework classes,the teachers,and credits.That is why like the idea about graduation.…
Beginning with, our arrival in Alabama I immediately checked into lodging when my daughter and I arrived in Alabama. I would be signing into as an instructor. As I approached the compound, I noticed the instructors and students participating in an exercise. One of the instructors came up to my vehicle to ask if we were lost. I explained that I was the newly assigned Instructor to the Division. He then flagged down another Soldier. SFC Joe Smith (I changed the name to protect the innocent). SFC Smith approached my vehicle; he noticed that I had a child in the back seat and asked where my…
I joined the Navy after the terrorist attacks on September 11th. I had never felt what I now know to be patriotism until that day. I remember thinking to myself that this was my generations call to arms, and that if I did not enlist, that I would live with regret for the rest of my life. It was my generations turn to protect what so many braver than we had paid the ultimate sacrifice; although this would change far too soon. It did not take long to realize that I was not alone in this way of thinking. When I got Bootcamp, the majority of recruits were there for the same reason; hundreds of young men and women who were ready to sacrifice for the greater good, who were ready to put something before themselves.…
Joining the military was not an easy process. Every day was a constant struggle. There were days when I honestly felt that I would not be experience a new life and adventures than what was concerned normal.…
The basic combat training was challenging was physically and mentally. I was the oldest female in my platoon, so the drill sergeants were extra hard on me. I never once told anyone that I was a daughter of a retired Army Colonel. The reason being, one they would think that I was going to use my father’s rank for special treatment, and two I didn’t want them to make my life harder than what it was. It was actually easy for me to run circle around all the eighteen and twenty years old when it came to the…
Graduating basic training and becoming a United States Army soldier is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Less than one percent of the population of the United States understands and knows exactly how it feels to reach this milestone in life. When I reached this point of my life I was full of a sense pride, relief, and accomplishment. I knew that I had just officially joined something much bigger than myself. The memory of my basic training graduation ceremony will forever be burned into my memory. The date was December 7th, 2012. This day was one of the toughest I had to endure.…
When I think about what it must be like to walk down that aisle in cap and gown after receiving my degree, I get very excited. No one in my family has received a college degree, so when I complete my degree, I will be the first. Although my goal is achievable, my trek towards college completion has been a rough one met with many obstacles.…
My memories of my first day of basic training are very dramatic. The date was June 9, 1999. My family was there to send me off on the beginning of my life long voyage. Before taking me to the airport, my family and I had lunch at the Boston Market. This was a happy and sad occasion. No one in my family had left home in a long time. As I say my goodbyes to my family, I try to prepare myself for the unknown obstacles of basic training.…