A narrative essay about my first day of Army basic training.

"What's your name" asked one of two men in camouflage uniforms standing in front of me. "Holtan, Drill Sergeant" I half stuttered. The other man flew into an angry rage and started to scream at me "Soldier, he is not a Drill sergeant, look at him now soldier! What rank is he now that you looked? "He is an officer" I said trying not to cry, my lower lip trembling slightly. "Holtan now start pushing …

…I desired most. The physical limits I surpassed, had never crossed my mind as even being possible. At the time of this event, I thought it was the stupidest thing I had ever done. I wanted nothing more than to quit at the time, but I never did quit and when I thought more about this event. It did show me that I can really do anything if I put my full effort into it.