My body hurt, I could barely move, and my legs would not stop cramping. “Push on," I yelled as we continued our ascent up the mountain dubbed the Reaper. That hike was the last thing that stood in my way of earning the coveted Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. I would become a Marine. I would not know it until after the evolution, but we hiked over 50 miles and trained for 54 hours all with little food and sleep. As we descended into Edson Range, the emotion I felt was overwhelming, and tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably. “I did it, we did it,” I said to a fellow recruit as we dropped our 60-pound packs.
That evolution set the tone for what would become a grueling four years in the Marine Corps. The adversity I faced that day on the
That evolution set the tone for what would become a grueling four years in the Marine Corps. The adversity I faced that day on the