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An essay I used three times in English in the span of two years.(which happened to result in three "A's" and extra credit!) :) It's dedacated to my Brother PFC Nicholas Pfaff, and PFC Justin Taylor.

Submitted:Nov 17, 2009    Reads: 604    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Army Life
The smell of salsa, fajitas, and barbeque ribs filled the air. The table was full of army infantry soldiers on their thirty-six hour pass between basic and A.I.T. training. We were all joking around talking about their lives back at home. My brother's girlfriend, Ashlee, on my left and Pvt. Justin Taylor on my right. My brother Nicholas, Nick, was at the end of the table telling my mom and I what it's like to go through army training. They were all joking around and telling stories about things that happened back in the barracks. "I can't believe we actually get to eat with forks!" Taylor said. We all started laughing. In my head I was thinking "These people are really cool. I think what they do is awesome. They are putting their lives on the line for our freedom. I think I want to be like them. I want to join the army. I'm almost positive!" Coming back to reality as Taylor pulled on my arm getting me into the pictures that were being snapped.The rest of the night was all laughing. Pfaff's little sis was what everyone was calling me that night. "These guys are really cool. It's like they have become a little family of their own. Helping each other out, looking out for one another. I want that."
About a month later I was back in Fort Benning, GA. My brother was graduating from his basic and A.I.T. training. I couldn't have been more proud of him. The ceremonies were two days. The first day was the Turning Blue ceremony. I still can picture it in my mind. Smoke bombs were thrown out while bad to the bone was being played over the loud speaker. Next thing we knew soldiers were running in from the back yelling as they got into formation. There was my brother standing in the front row, Taylor behind him and of to the left two. Smiling to myself I knew I had made the right decision to wanting to be like them. The next day was amazing in my eyes. Two tanker truck sitting on both sides of the field, flags waving in the air. The Army band marching out, the new soldiers in toe behind them. Purple and green smoke bombs going off behind them. Listing to all the calling, hearing the new infantry soldiers answering back, singing the infantry song, and reciting a soldier's life. My brother was an official U.S. Army infantry soldier.
I know it is a cliché to say I look up to my brother, and that he is my hero, but those days I knew for sure it was true. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be a U.S. Army soldier. Nothing is going to stop me. I will be a soldier. Thanks to my brother, Taylor, and all of the other army friends I made in that time for showing me what it was I want to be. They don't know but dinner with them was a very significant time in my life. I will never in my life forget those moments. Today I still look back and can smell the fajitas, salsa, and barbeque ribs from Chili's. I can still see the smoke bombs going off and the soldiers marching out to us. I replay those moments over in my head. Counting down the days until I can sign up. I can't wait to serve my country.


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