|Memoirs of a United States Navy Soldier: First Night (standard:non fiction, 1697 words)|
|Author: Nathaniel MIller||Added: Oct 20 2019||Views/Reads: 178/98||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|What happen from when you board the plane to your destination and arrival at Great Lakes US Navy RTC. The HELL of the First night in the service.|
“I am a United States Sailor. I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States of America and I will obey the orders of those appointed over me. I represent the fighting spirit of the Navy and those who have gone before me to defend freedom and democracy around the world. I proudly serve my country's Navy combat team with Honor, Courage and Commitment. I am committed to excellence and the fair treatment of all.” The Sailor's Creed, United States Navy. Those immortal words are pounded in your head all during the time while you sit in the Delayed Entry Program (DEP), at your receiving station, waiting a patiently for a place in Boot Camp and the first day you arrive there. When you arrive there it is on a long six hour flight and you get off the plane, tired, exhausted and hungry. You report in to the USO in Chicago O'Hare's cavernous terminal, located across it and on the second floor. There you get a bite to eat and wait for several hours, waiting for the Petty Officer to arrive who is in charge of taking you to the Naval Training Center. You wait with your party for both the man and woman who will orientate you to the waiting buses at the Airport that will take you to Camp Moffett, your destination. When they come, you are screamed at, and all personal space goes away. You are front to back, male and females separated and standing in formation. This is the Navy... Welcome Aboard. You sit stuffed on a bus and remain silent, taken ultimately to your destination where you are stripped of anything civilian and made into a soldier in the service. When you arrive you stand in the main building where the administration is located. The hall is long and ominous with red striped along the edge of the wall. There is a dim light here, and ominous doorways leading into different rooms in this building. A man dressed in khakis stand before there, holding a clipboard, next to a cart with two other people with him whom you do not recognize. “You will be called by last name, first, you will respond with ‘Here', and give the last of your Social Security Number.” The Petty Officer shouts and you wait. “Here in this building, you will be waiting for your Company Commander and as you wait will be forming companies. Drop all the stuff you carry onto the floor when instructed, and all at the same time.” He shouts, “Ready... DROP!” Your mind obeys the command without question. When you hear your name with fifty other people around you respond accordingly. You are exhausted and stand at attention until it is done. “Take your gear and walk down three doors to the left to the Communications Room here you will call your parents or whoever and you only are allowed to tell them that you have arrived safely and hang up the phone, and then muster in the hall outside.” The P.O shouts again, “You do not walk in the middle of the hall, but follow the stripe along the wall, double time but do not run.” “Aye Petty Officer.” You all shout, and after your name is called you grab what you bring with you and double time down the long ominous hall, following the red stripe along the edge of the wall. When you arrive at the Communications room, it is a room with many phones and you step up to one, buy a calling card and dial. It rings and you hear a ‘Hello'. “This is Nathaniel, I made it to the Recruit Training Command safely and I can't talk, I have to go.” You say quickly, “Good-bye.” Here you hang up the phone, and glance at the Petty Officer who stands ominously in the room shouting instruction at you as you muster in the hall outside the Communications Room. You stand in formation, and are herded to a large open room that has a door and a water fountain. Here you are given instructions for a urine test. You drink if you do not have to go right away to the head and are instructed to march in the room and walk until you have to go to the head, report to the Petty Officers who waits at the door to the restroom when that happens. Click here to read the rest of this story (90 more lines)
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