Essay about Intro to Hell

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Introduction to Hell

Marine Corps Boot Camp is the time when a teen, or a young adult, is thrown into one of the worst places to be. That kid is broken down into a little crybaby, and then rebuilt into a Marine Corps warrior. I was at the USO in an airport. I asked myself, “What am I doing here? Every recruit around me is basically thinking the same thing. “Holy crap, what is about to happen?” There were some people there, who pretended to act calm and collected, but they were all just hiding their true emotions. In reality, everyone was terrified, anxious and waiting for that minute to get to Marine Corps Recruit Depot (MCRD) Parris Island. So there I was, eighteen years old, just a couple months out of high school, sitting on the floor watching a movie. Some other “soon to be recruits” were playing pool, drinking soda, and eating the free food that was given to us. All of the employees of the USO just had that look of “gosh, you boys are about to have a miserable three months.” It was Monday, 9:25 p.m., I heard “everyone going to MCRD Parris Island get on your feet and get outside right now!” No, it wasn’t a scream, but it was just enough to make my heart race. I jumped up, and I saw the intimidating drill instructor, about six feet tall, muscular, and his uniform looked perfectly sharp, like it was ironed more than three times a day. We all ran outside while the drill instructor signed some paperwork for the USO. We were standing around, looking pretty for several minutes, with no direction
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We all loudly responded to him as we placed our heads on the seat in front of us, and uncomfortably stayed that way for almost thirty minutes, until we arrived at the island. As we arrived, and our