Get Off My Truck, Private!
An account of Basic Training, the first hour.
VETERANS
Lee Jones
8/29/20242 min read
I'll never forget the day I arrived at Fort Leonardwood, Missouri, for my US Army Basic Training in 1990. I was struck by the sheer number of young men, all of us clad in our brand new Army Green dress uniforms, looking like a sea of freshly minted soldiers. The air was thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous energy.
As we made our way to the cattle truck, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. I was on a journey that would transform me into a lean, mean fighting machine. The truck rumbled to life, and we were herded in like cattle, our chatter and laughter muffled by the din of the engine.
The ride was short but intense, the truck's metal walls closing in on us like a vice. We were all packed in tight, our uniforms creased and crumpled from the rough handling. But despite the discomfort, we were all together, united in our quest.
As the truck finally came to a stop, the door swung open with a loud creak, and we spilled out onto the dusty ground. The drill sergeants, those iconic figures in their starched uniforms, spit shined boots and that ever intimidating brim, stood before us, their faces a picture of stern disapproval.
"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP! GET OFF MY TRUCK!" one of them bellowed, his voice like a slap in the face. "HURRY UP. MOVE IT MOVE IT! FALL IN ON THE HARD TOP TO THE LEFT! We all headed in the wrong direction. "YOUR MILITARY LEFT PRIVATES! DAMN!"
The words pierced like emotional rounds to the chest, leaving us all reeling. We scrambled to get into formation, our hearts racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The drill sergeants moved among us, their eyes scanning the ranks like predators on the hunt.
As we stood there, our new reality began to sink in. We were no longer civilians, no longer students, no longer anything except soldiers-in-training. The cattle truck had brought us to this place, and now we had to prove ourselves worthy of the uniform we wore.
I glanced around at my fellow recruits, our eyes locking in a shared understanding. We were all in this together, bound by our shared goal of becoming the best soldiers we could be. And as we stood there, our hearts pounding in unison, I knew that we were ready to face whatever lay ahead. Bring it on, I thought, my spirit burning with determination.