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Storytime: Joining the Military (Part 3)

Storytime: Joining the Military (Part 3)

Hi there. This picks up right where Part 2 left off,
so no need to worry if there’s a timeskip or some shit like that. I’ve held off a bit on this part since I think
it’s not really that interesting compared to the previous two, but I didn’t feel right
just leaving it off at Part 2. Anyways, sit back, grab something from the
kitchen, and listen. Directly after graduating from basic training,
I and about 40 others I was familiar with left Illinois for the sunny shores of Pensacola
Florida for job training. Since we were all undesignated, (meaning we
don’t have an official job so we’re free to look into whatever field interests us and
then go into it), we were supposed to be there for only 2 weeks or so and then leave to be
officially stationed somewhere. Our school was DElayed in opening, so we pretty
much remained there for just over a month. So what exactly was Pensacola like? I’m going to sound a bit ridiculous, but Pensacola
felt a lot like the military version of a college fraternity. I’m not joking. The atmosphere from what I can recall was
so relaxed that for the first time in a long time I was able to speak to an officer without
clenching my asshole out of fear of being yelled at for whatever reason. Outside of attending classes and the occasional
mandatory exercises or chores, we had so much freedom that sometimes I struggled to believe
I wasn’t in college. Even then, my classes were basically nothing
but going over aviation basics, fire and corrosion countermeasures, and other
general shit. I know that sounds fancy, but trust me, it’s
a lot fucking easier than it sounds. Otherwise, I was free to just stay in my room
all day like a piece of shit. The weather was phenomenal most days, so there
were often times when even I was tempted to go outside and just enjoy the day, especially
when our barracks had a volleyball court right outside, complete with sand pit. The food was absolutely top-notch, so much
so that even here in Japan I find other people that miss the food back in Pensacola. I found it utterly ridiculous how I had switched
from an hour-by-hour planned day to a “go to class, then do whatever the fuck you want”
kind of experience. That isn’t to say that absolutely nobody gave
a shit, because that would be a lie. Rules and such were in place, naturally. For instance, vaping was highly discouraged,
mostly because it was banned. Anyone caught with one would be punished and
yelled at by the commanding officer herself, who was otherwise a very understanding and
surprisingly easygoing officer. Cleaning was another thing. To avoid being slobs, all of us took turns
cleaning the barracks, in intervals of 4 days; with one different group responsible for cleaning
each day. As boring as having to clean a 4 story building
sounds, you’d be surprised how much fun it can be when you have over 50 people all with
a questionable sense of humor doing it with you. To put it bluntly, there was never a day where
I didn’t have anything to do. On the rare occasions that I was bored, all
I had to do was look to the sky; because we were right next door to the headquarters of
the Blue Angels; who would often be overhead doing tricks and shit. Even when that wasn’t an option, all you had
to do was find a Marine and strike up a conversation, because Marines are known to be a bit… interesting,
to say the least. Anyways, the month or so I spent in Pensacola
was an absolute blast; so much so that if I ever receive another opportunity to return
to Pensacola, I’d take it in a heartbeat without a second thought. Following the short amount of time I spent
in Pensacola, (and after having visited family for 15 days), I then flew up to Washington
state, where I was to temporarily remain until my flight to Japan would arrive. My stay in Washington was too short for me
to say anything substantial about it; other than Washington is a beautiful state; the
type that makes me consider wanting to retire there 60 years from now. Washington was just as relaxing if not more
so than Florida; mainly because the facility where I was temporarily staying at was actually
quite small. To put it simply, Washington was a week-long
vacation while Florida was a month-long almost party. Thank you for watching.

Reader Comments

  1. Thank you for your service… i apricate the pepole who served… my nepue did 5 years in the navy. Now he is in the reserves

  2. My bro was a marine and stationed in Pensacola, originally we live in Jacksonville. So when we went to go pick him up due to his medical discharge the drive wasn't too aids. I remember the living quarters being exactly how your described them bro.

  3. Hey rahetelius just wanted to tell a stupid story of my own. My friends dad is an instructor at a military academy up here in Wisconsin and unfortunately two of his recruits decided to do the tide pod challenge. After a bit of a stomach pumping they were allowed to continue but they had to first right and present an essay to the entire academy of about 800+ people.

  4. I ship out for navy boot camp tomorrow and I'm going back through this series of stories cause it eases my nerves. Thanks for the help.

  5. "Clenching my asshole" idk why that made me laugh. But Jesus this experience is scary sounding just by description. I can't stand being yelled at.

  6. Dude top respect to anyone who can take the military training.
    I can't even breath while and after a easiest of easy military training. Most people say it's just a tiny bit harder than boy scout. But for me it's basic hell for a weak person like me. I got quite a bit of health issues such as
    Asthma and Muscle weakness (probably) too so that doesn't make it better..

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