Down, But Not Out Essay
“There it is Privates!” Drill Sergeant Gonzales yelled. As we all rounded the narrow and winding road through the Ozark Mountains, my heart began to race. All 250 of us slowed down to form a formation in front of what appeared to be the biggest climb we had seen and were not expecting to see for the next few weeks. Screaming at the top of his lungs, Drill Sergeant Galloway said “This is Engineer Hill, and starting in two minutes you all have thirty minutes to make this two mile run, there and back! Those of you who fail will make it up on a later day.” Two miles? That was nothing to me…or so I thought. The whistle let out a loud screech, and we all took off running. We were running for only a few minutes but it felt like hours, and I thought it would never end until I heard a loud snap.
It was a cold start to the new year, and being surrounded by all these new faces and doing pushup’s for not standing right, that was only the beginning of my journey at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. I was scared just like every other Private in my company; leaving our families and going on to do greater things and serve our country was what most of us wanted. That was my dream, but also to prove a point and to not give up, like I always had. No, this time I was going to make something of myself!
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, AND WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON THE GROUND?” Screamed Drill Sergeant Cooper. “Drill Sergeant, I can’t feel my feet.” I stammered. Rushing over to…