Part IV Basic Training
Basic Training was the most difficult part of my life, but at the same time it was easy. Keep your head up, follow directions and have shiny boots.
OK, it was a little more complicated than that, but I would have to write a whole book as opposed to just one post. At the end of basic training we lined up just prior to our final ruck march.
The Drill Sergeant paced back and forth and said he need to voluntell two soldiers for a detail and wanted the best of us. He looked at all of us and called my name.
"Sullivan, are you in my platoon?" He then went on a diatribe about how I was the best soldier because I followed the advice from before, I wasn't the best, but I wasn't a bad soldier either.
My reward: I rode in a truck and set up camp while the others of my platoon marched with 50 lbs packs.
After graduating from basic training and Advanced Individual Training (AIT), I was stationed in Baumholder Germany. Ironically, as it was for the rest of my military career, I was stationed in a unit that did not have any Bradley's despite the government paying more than $100,000 on my training.
This is where I learned to adapt and excel on things outside my regular job. I had to change to succeed, and the military taught me how.