On the run

2006-10-05T21:50:00.000-07:00

Let's see where do I start. I joined the army, that sounds like a pretty good spot to start. Boot camp was an interesting 8 weeks of my life that any person would probably not forget. It was the last week of the course that didn't really agree with my goals I guess you could say. The last week included sleeping out in the woods camming up, running around with a rifle. This didn't really apeal to me I guess you could say. So I bring this up to my sergant at the time, I say hey Sgt, you know I'm going to be heading to ' Infantry' after this course and I'm not really liking this whole situation. He says to me, don't worry bout that, if you don't like it when you hit 'infantry training' you can throw in your release papers and be on your way. I agree'd to continue on and graduate with the rest of the course.

This is where it gets a bit more interesting, the weekend after boot camp finishes up I find myself being screamed at by a very very big man who quickly directs me onto a military bus in not so many nice words. I realize already that this doesn't look like a good idea. We then travel to the airport and onto 'infantry' training. Once off the bus I am greeted with not one but 4 instructors all 'less than politely' telling us where to go. I quickly realize this isn't the place for me. I bring it up to the sgt on hand and he basically laugh's in my face and says that I'm stuck here now might as well get used to it. Panic hits me and I realize that I'm in for the long haul. I put my best effort in, hating every minute of it, crossing my fingers that when the course is over that life goes back to normal. Well it doesn't look like i get to the end of the course because I have sleep deprevation and can't complete the course. This is all fine and dandy because I didn't want to be there anyway, so I quickly put my release papers in and tell them all that I'm ready to finish up and pack my bags and head home. Apparently this isn't happening and they throw my release papers off the desk and send me back on another course that starts 2 months later. Now i'm freak'n. What do I do. So just before I star the next course I put my papers in again, only to have them returned back in my face. Now I'm basically pulling my hair out. I start the next course around half way and it's worse than the first course. I decide enough is enough, one weekend during a leave period i pack up my big kit bag and hit the road. Yep ! I go Awol. I end up taking a bus home which probably took me about 56 hours. You'd think I'd have lots of time for sleep, but I didn't sleep a wink.

I'll continue the story in my next post.

3 Months AWOL

On the run