Personal Narrative: The Drill Army

I woke up the same way I would every day at Paris Island, which is the drill instructor screaming at three thirty in the morning. The place where I laid my head every night to sleep was our squad bay, and it is a large room with bunk beds that line the walls. The ground is a light blue color with a sort of grey also. The bed that I slept on was a cold plastic mattress, and it was twin sized. The squad bay was rectangular shaped, and it had the bathroom and the drill instructor’s rooms on each end of it. Something about living in a room with 100 other guys and no privacy really made me miss home. I lived with guys who were of different races and different body types. Some guys were fat and some were super skinny. The point I am going to make is about the most fucked up day I had at Marine training, and I remember every detail of it. On that day I found out how angry I could get at a brush, what Marine …show more content…
After we scrubbed the squad bay for hours we went outside to a sort of stadium, and started learning how to “fight”. The stadium ground was covered with cut up tire pieces that didn’t really break your fall, which I would come to learn. On that afternoon the drill instructors took a particular interest in me, and I believe they did so because I was not one of the skinny recruits. they grabbed the biggest recruit they could find who was actually a good friend of mine named Margerum, and they told him to perform the sweep on me. So Margerum stepped behind my lead leg while pushing my back shoulder and threw me to the ground. The reason I know the stadium was not meant to break my fall is because every time I hit the ground I could see stars. Margerum was a massive guy standing at 6’4 and weighing 230. The drill instructors told him to do this thousands of times, until Finally they spared me from being paralyzed. The most messed up part about all of it was that I did not get to even practice moves that