I really hadn't figured out why someone would want to read a random person's blog until I tried it myself. So here I am. A girl in the United States Navy. Fierce Fighter of Foreign Foes. Smokin' Sailor. Proud Protector. Determined Dreamer. Awesome Adventurer, if you will. And now to be your Trusty Traveler... Well, not quite yet. You see, I just enlisted in the Navy. I am currently a senior in high school and scheduled to ship out right after graduation, so I do have a year. (Can you tell I will probably explode, having to wait an entire year?) So right now I'm in the Navy's Delayed Entry Program (DEP) until my ship date, June 23rd. That means I have to endure mind-blowing physical torture up until I ship. Okay okay, not mind-blowing, but still rigorous and frankly outside of my (up-until-now) civilian lifestyle. It's the first Saturday of every month and every Thursday night. I had my first go at it this past Saturday. We ran so flipping much, and every time we did reps of anything , it wasn't "1, 2, 3..." It was "Honor, Courage, Commitment, 1. Honor, Courage, Commitment, 2. Honor, Courage, Commitment, 3..." I must admit, PT wasn't as bad as my nightmares the night before, but still there were points in which I wanted to die (or thought I was dead).
Being in the Navy was and is my life's dream and purpose, and I had always painted a lofty picture in my mind of what it was going to be like. The movies I'd seen and books I'd read played a big role in the distortion. And distortion is right. The U.S. Navy really is a harsh environment. They push you and push you until there's nothing left but the values that have made the Navy what it is today- Honor, Courage, Commitment. Once they break you down, they can build you up into someone new, someone stronger. I want that strength, a strength that only the military can give. And I want to serve my God, my country's people, my president, and the greatness that is the United States of America. I want to be known as an American Sailor, a title I am honored to now represent. And I want that persona. You know it, the one that makes people stop and stare in the airport. And, my God in Heaven, I want to get the hell away from here.
But I won't keep boring you with the ramblings of a Navy girl. I hope to have this Blog throughout this year until my ship date and then throughout all of my exciting Navy career. I want to look back on this entry in my decorated uniform twenty years from now and smile.
Just keep reading for all of the action in between now and then.
