My memories of Parris Island are permanently ingrained in my head. Fresh out of high school, I found myself sitting near the quarter deck inside a barracks that belonged to second battalion, Fox Company along with 60 other recruits. A short ceremony was initiated where the commanding officer would bless and affirm three drill instructors (DI) of their duty – train and graduate Platoon 2018.
Once this formality ended, all hell broke loose. The three DIs swept through the barracks tossing gear and berating us. I couldn’t decipher what was being said, much less what the hell I was supposed to be doing at that moment. Shock and awe. I was assigned a laundry number, #20 in my case, that became my identity. In boot camp, you quickly learn how to act and what not to do or say.
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