Life,  Process,  Writing

29 Years Ago: Slice of Life

 

 Slice of Life hosted at the Two Writing Teachers Slice of Life Tuesday hosted at Two Writing Teachers. Join in and share a slice of your life.
Slice of Life hosted at Two Writing Teachers. Join in and share a slice of your life.

I can’t believe it’s been 29 years.

The fear is still palpable, a lifetime later.

Board the bus. Board the plane. Sit quietly, nervously.

Waiting. Short flight ~ Miami to Orlando.

Plane lands. Board the bus.

Recruit Training Center, Orlando. 

Source:  http://usscanopus.homestead.com/rtc1.html No longer in existence, RTC housed thousands of recruits 1968 - 1994.
Source: http://usscanopus.homestead.com/rtc1.html
No longer in existence, RTC housed thousands of recruits 1968 – 1994.

My new life begins.

Uniform issue, hair cut, shots, ushered to barracks. Midnight? 1:00 AM? The air was cool that November. The night was still and quiet, punctuated by the barking orders coming from left and right. Didn’t matter how cool it was.  I was sweating.  Teeth chattered. Scared out of my mind.

Eyes straight, recruit!
Heels to toes, recruit!
No talking, recruit!
No crying, recruit!
You belong to Uncle Sam, now.  There’s no crying here!

A fact that fell on deaf ears as we solemnly moved along the concrete paths that led to the place we’d call home for the next nine weeks… if we made it through training.  Many did not.

What had I gotten myself into?
BootCamp2
Short hair and shots… welcome to Boot Camp, recruit!

 

Four months before, June 1985, right out of high school, not ready to go to college, though prepped for it,  a post-graduation trip to Disney would be the SHARP left turn my life would soon take.

The air was hot and humid that June day. The recruiter’s office offered respite … and promise … for the next chapter in my life.

Enlisted.

Just.Like.That.

c. 1985

Mom was devastated.

Turns out, the loss of one of her brothers in Vietnam was too much to bear.

Knowing her daughter enlisted broke her heart.  She did not understand why I did it.

I didn’t understand either.

Fifteen years after her beloved brother’s death, it was my turn to serve our country, an honor carried on by my maternal grandfather, my twin uncles, and now me.

Little did I know then, the impact my decision would have on the rest of my life.

God Bless the men and women who came before me and continue to serve long after me.  Thank you for your service, and for many, like my Uncle Larry, the ultimate sacrifice.

Cpl James Larry Walden "Uncle Larry"
Cpl James Larry Walden “Uncle Larry” 1947 – 1970, twin brother of Cpl James Garry Walden

 

Thank you to the families and friends who keep memories strong.

veteransday2014

 

 

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