I never knew how much strength I had inside of me as a young man, until it was tested beyond belief. During the test I created some lifelong alliances outside of my family that I like to call “Brotherhood”. The Brotherhood consisted of protecting one another and standing up for what we believed in no matter what.
I remember that first day like it was yesterday, even though it was 19yrs ago. It was night time and very cold, I could see my breath I remember asking myself how I could see my breath at night in Texas. Wasn’t Texas supposed to be hot? “YOU COLD BOY?” a loud voice asked as 20 to 30 young men jump immediately. “No sir” we responded. “SO YOU’RE SCARED THEN!” the voice exclaimed. “No sir” we responded once again with redundancy. “WHERE …show more content…
Our group dwindled we lost about 3 guys I think, I just kept thinking of my daughter all this was for her simple as that I wasn’t quitting because that meant I was quitting on her. And that wasn’t going to happen. clicks were forming pockets of 4 at the most 6 dudes who were becoming tight slept in groups and picked each other up during drills or the nightmare muscle failure nights, I wasn’t sure if this was what was wanted of us though because it seemed to make our training harder but isn’t this human nature as well? “Hey Stone, what up Joyce. Yo the Tribe is talking shit”( the Tribe was the click that formed mostly of country boys from the mid-west)”Tell Mac let him handle that shit we got what 30 min before they bust in here with another creative way to drive us nuts I’m trying to sleep” we were down to about 15 dudes from the 20 to 30 we started with the big city dudes those of us from NY LA Detroit anywhere near a big city and to be honest to an extant anyone black we formed a click called the Soul Patrol lol and like I said before the other click was the Tribe. They ate together we ate together you could feel the tension on both sides especially since anytime extra work or if the PT seemed harder one group could blame it on the other because they were slacking or inferior. I spent almost all my downtime thinking or talking with Mac, Joyce and Denner they had kids as well, and were also street dudes who joined trying to leave that life alone and do something different so their family could have a shot. We all cursed each other for signing up for combat control though lol it seemed so cool when we went to listen to the instructor talk about it. But hell isn’t that how everything
I remember that first day like it was yesterday, even though it was 19yrs ago. It was night time and very cold, I could see my breath I remember asking myself how I could see my breath at night in Texas. Wasn’t Texas supposed to be hot? “YOU COLD BOY?” a loud voice asked as 20 to 30 young men jump immediately. “No sir” we responded. “SO YOU’RE SCARED THEN!” the voice exclaimed. “No sir” we responded once again with redundancy. “WHERE …show more content…
Our group dwindled we lost about 3 guys I think, I just kept thinking of my daughter all this was for her simple as that I wasn’t quitting because that meant I was quitting on her. And that wasn’t going to happen. clicks were forming pockets of 4 at the most 6 dudes who were becoming tight slept in groups and picked each other up during drills or the nightmare muscle failure nights, I wasn’t sure if this was what was wanted of us though because it seemed to make our training harder but isn’t this human nature as well? “Hey Stone, what up Joyce. Yo the Tribe is talking shit”( the Tribe was the click that formed mostly of country boys from the mid-west)”Tell Mac let him handle that shit we got what 30 min before they bust in here with another creative way to drive us nuts I’m trying to sleep” we were down to about 15 dudes from the 20 to 30 we started with the big city dudes those of us from NY LA Detroit anywhere near a big city and to be honest to an extant anyone black we formed a click called the Soul Patrol lol and like I said before the other click was the Tribe. They ate together we ate together you could feel the tension on both sides especially since anytime extra work or if the PT seemed harder one group could blame it on the other because they were slacking or inferior. I spent almost all my downtime thinking or talking with Mac, Joyce and Denner they had kids as well, and were also street dudes who joined trying to leave that life alone and do something different so their family could have a shot. We all cursed each other for signing up for combat control though lol it seemed so cool when we went to listen to the instructor talk about it. But hell isn’t that how everything