I had to walk, talk, eat, and think a certain way. I march with my left leg first, every were I went. If the person in front of you was off, then our RDC would stop us and make us walk all the way back to where we came from and do it all over again. He would also make us stop in the middle of marching and do push-ups until he said stop. I’ve never felt that kind of strain on my arms before. Most of the time I was not allowed to talk to anyone. There were brief moments when I was aloud and it was only for 25 minutes. If I was talking to my RDC or anyone with rank I had to address them by their rank and their last name. As I marched to the chow hall, I could smell what would seem like amazing food. I got up to the line and was served what looked like dog food on my tray. Most all the food tasted bland. I ask my RDC why does the food look and taste like this. He responded with “you think you’re going to get five star meals when you’re out at sea?”. I guess he had a point but it certainly didn’t curve my hunger. The only thing I could think about was the navy. I read all day about the navy and their customs and courtesies. As …show more content…
At that time, I didn’t really see how I was supposed to live by these three words. After three long months, it was the night before graduation. I was laying in my very uncomfortable rack when it hit me. I was thinking about the three months that just have passed and everything I learned. I could easily say I had the honor of walking tall and being able to march next to fellow shipmates that we all shared a common goal. I had the courage to stand up for what I believe in and understand what is right and what is wrong in the military world. I had the commitment to keep pushing through and achieve my goals that I never thought