My experiences in Basic Military Training

Long time no talk! See I left so quickly, I never got to inform my readers (if any) that I was leaving for the Air Force. So I shall inform all you now about my experiences in basic training. I left for basic on 28 June 2005 and let me tell you I was shocked that it was all happening to me. But I knew it was what I was supposed to do so I went with it all, regardless of the part of me telling me to turn down going that day. I left Omaha and arrived in San Antonio excited but nervous as all get out because I had no idea of what the road that lay in front of me was like. I have to admit that the first night of BMT sucked and I really wanted to come home. But I wasn't about to cheat myself out of something so awesome because I kept thinking that I was crazy for even considering the military. After that first night, I honestly cannot tell you about zero/first week of training because I have blocked that part of training out of my mind. It was hell. But I missed home more than anything so the thought of getting to see my family kept me going more than anything. As time went by, BMT became easier because I got used to it. All the screaming, pushing, no sleep, no free time, no privacy, and community showers just became normal to me. I learned to think of my flight members and my TI as my family and I could not survive the world I was in without them. SSgt Coulter became like a father to me and I still look up to him for not only teaching me to be the Airman I am today, but to be great in everything I do. My flight got Honor Flight, Top PRT, and Dormitory Exellence while in BMT and holy crap we worked so hard for all of those streamers on our guide-on. My sisters are some amazing women and I am so proud of every one of them because those are things that we could not have achieved without each other. Then there was graduation. My sisters and brother flight were chosen to be the flag mass at parade and that was such an honor. Out of all the squadrons and all the flights, we were picked. Pretty awesome if you ask me. And it wasn't an easy job either. We had to practice like 5 times a day for hours at a time just so we wouldn't look like "a bunch of clowns", as SSgt Masters would tell us during practice everyday. I carried South Carolina's state flag but I carried it like it was the American flag. With such pride and honor. After we stated the Oath of Enlistment, parade was over and I was officially a member of United States Air Force. As I marched back to secure my flag, I thought to myself that I had just completed 7 weeks of training and it went by so fast. If I had to go back to BMT, I would. But nothing would ever make me want to go back and change my experience in basic training. Because I learned so much, met some amazing men and women, and hopefully touched someones life or made their day just a little better just by fulfilling a childhood dream.