One Year Ago..
Exactly one year ago, August 22, 2011, I left. I kissed my parents and my sisters goodbye. I told my nieces and nephews I would see them soon. I shed tears with my best friend, and my embraced my boyfriend like I never had before. I walked out the front door of my perfectly imperfect little home at 3am, and into my recruiters car. “Parris Island, here I come.”
I was on my journey. The one that would make me a United States Marine.
The car ride to headquaters seemed to be the longest car ride in all of history. I was afraid. Nervous. Excited. Anxious. I still remember how bright the reflectors on the freeway seemed. It was as if they were glowing. Beaming. It was the last day I would see California in 3 long months.
It was like I was in a crazy dream.
From the minute I left home, to the car ride to headquaters, to the flight I took to Texas then finally South Carolina, to the minute I saw the gates of Parris Island, when the drill instructor stepped foot on the bus. It was a dream.
It were those yellow footprints that made it a reality.
Walking, no running, though those silver hatches.
Standing in formation.
Yelling for our lives.
It was real.
I can go on and on about my experiences out there. But the bottom line is, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Things happen, plans change. And mine did.
Although I flew out there. Although I left my family. Although I lived a piece of that hell that is recruit training, someone up there had other plans for me. And even though I couldn’t accept that then, I do now.
November Company will always have a place in my heart. And so will the women I spent my time with, in Platoon 4037.