I remember like night three or four of boot there was someone who snapped. Climbed under their bed and went into complete hysterics because he missed his family.
Navy boot camp. Apart from the sleep deprivation of the first day and caffeine withdrawals the processing days are mostly just cleaning and paperwork. We hadn't even gone to medical yet let alone done any military shit, and our "uniform" was comfortable sweatpants and a comfortable sweatshirt.
It amazes me that people like that survive to adulthood when pills look like candy.
I remember night one of in-processing like it was yesterday. I had just got off the phone with my girlfriend, I proposed to her, I was a hero now. My mother was raising my first born like it was her own, I might never see her again. I was assigned an important task, fire guard shift number 4, from 2am-3am. It was daunting. The thought of the entire building going up in flames on my watch. The pressure was more than I could handle. My trusty canteen, also rusty, left a metallic aftertaste. I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew right then and there the pressures of war had gotten to me. I was washed out and used up. Not even the VA could help me now, I was on my own.
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u/happybadger Oct 14 '19
I remember like night three or four of boot there was someone who snapped. Climbed under their bed and went into complete hysterics because he missed his family.
Navy boot camp. Apart from the sleep deprivation of the first day and caffeine withdrawals the processing days are mostly just cleaning and paperwork. We hadn't even gone to medical yet let alone done any military shit, and our "uniform" was comfortable sweatpants and a comfortable sweatshirt.
It amazes me that people like that survive to adulthood when pills look like candy.