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I was on the bus and the RDC (recruit division commander) said “shut up, shut the f*%k up, I own you now” It just hit me I was officially in Navy boot camp. We were forced off the bus and lined up like cattle. The RDC was yelling at each and every one of us individually now just to get a reaction. One thing you don’t want to do is eyeball a RDC because they get really pissed. This of course we figured out quickly when the RDC swooped down on one poor soul who did. The recruit looked like he was going to cry when the ass chewing finally stopped.
They made us line up in a row of three across and like 25 people from front to back. We had to march from the boot camp entrance to where we would stay for the next nine weeks. I was pissed off already and I was only here for five minutes. We all marched like retards on Vicodin around the base. We were all going to go do our piss test. I hate piss tests and for some reason I get gun shy when it comes to those things. I drank water from the fountain 15 trips x 25 gulps of water. I was packing more H2o than a camel and still couldn’t go. The RDC wasn’t happy so we left and marched again for what seemed forever.
I couldn’t hold it anymore after about 2 hours of holding it, while still marching I started to think about how I was about to piss myself right now and look like a dip-shit. I looked over to my right and saw a black guy’s crotch just totally drenched in urine. I was like I am not doing that and held it. I held it till breakfast the next morning. We are talking about holding an ungodly amount of piss for six hours. I looked like a zombie and was all hunched over waiting to go to the bathroom. I asked the RDC if I could go and he said the Navy doesn’t have bathrooms. Damn it! So I waited until another RDC came by and said I am gonna piss myself right now so he pointed me toward the “head” I finally went and for the next three days my bladder felt like it was permanently stretched the size of a basketball.
After breakfast we all sat at desks and waited to get shots one by one. The weak ones were falling asleep already and they would get yelled at every time their head hit the desk with a loud thump. I finally got my shots including one in the ass that felt like they were injecting liquid magma in my ass cheek. We went on to do more marching to our barracks and then organized our lockers with our skivvies and put everything in order. The Navy is obsessed with having everything in order.
A stupid recruit asked the RDC when dinner is and the RDC flipped out. We had moved all of our racks and start doing push ups, eight count body builders, and sit-ups. After dinner we did more marching and finally around 10p.m. we got into our racks. At 4a.m. “wake the f#%k up you shitbags! Here we go again.
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