Its been almost a year since ive taken the ASVAB its a military test given to people who want to enter the military the higher score you have the more options for jobs you have. I mostly just took it to see how well id do I didnt have any intention on joining the military. I scored very very high, next day i got a call for the recruiter asking if he could talk to me about joining the guards. we made a date to chat and he told me about how they would pay for my college and how it would be a great idea for me and my life. and with my testing scores i could pretty much choose my job so i said yes, ill join. i spent the next few months going to drills and and learning the ropes staying in shape and all that. the day before i left i said goodbye to all my friends, i wasnt ganna see them for 6 months!
get to basic around midnight and they gave us some clothes to sleep in some books to read some other random things and made us stay up all through the night, so no sleep. next day briefing after briefing about tests and exercises people yelling at us random stuff that pretty much didnt matter in the end. on the fourth day they had a big assembly and all the new recruits joined in a room and they said that if anybody has anything they need to tell us before you leave now is your last chance! this is called the “Medical Moment of Truth” and its mostly just a last chance to tell them if you had some random disease that might hinder your training process. i sat there mostly just trying not to pass out it was my fourth day on little to no sleep and i wasnt doing very good. Captain Ross came up to me and said “Pvt Brown do you have ADD/ADHD?” i said “Yes Sir.” (having ADD/ADHD isnt really a big deal) “When was the last time you took medication for it?” i said “About two months ago Sir.” He scribbled something down on a sheet of paper next thing i knew i was a Holdover.
What is a holdover you might ask?! GREAT question! When someone joins the military and something happens during training that gets them kicked out they become a holdover until there paper work can get processed and they can leave. doesn’t sound too bad? well it is. it takes anywhere from three to nine weeks to get all your paper work done with.
So first day of being a holdover im in charlie company and i walk over to the back of the barrack to put my stuff in a locker and this kid steps in front of me and sais “where the fuck do you think your going new guy?” the first thing i notice about the guy is he had this bandage that is like clinging for dear life on his scalp and the thing is huge and covering up something even bigger! Im at least two inches taller than him and he had to weigh like ninety pounds “picking out a locker” i said with as much sarcasm as i could muster. He said “this is where the senior holdovers sleep this is your first day you go over there we have been here for almost a week already you need to give us respect” here this kid is trying to tell me im not good enough to sleep in one area because he fucked up and got sent here five days before i did. But i didnt even think it was worth the bother i found a bunk in the corner next to two kids who were also pretty quiet. thats what i wanted, quiet. over the next two weeks i spent my time sleeping, writing texting people (i had my phone) listening to music doing random chores that my sgts didnt wanna so they made us do them. and every chance they got the “sr holdovers” tried to order us around they consisted of Borders (bandage boy), LaRuso, Bro, and The ring leader Jones. we ended up getting into a few fights mostly because i was so stubborn and unwilling to accept there self imposed authority. I ended up talking to the two quiet kids next to me McCain and Rucker. Rucker was a tall skinny black kid and McCain was a bigger kid who kinda defined the would country boy. we ended up sticking together and tried to ignore the sr holdovers as much as possible.
After two weeks in charlie company they sent us to Delta company. basically the same thing but its more military like and instead of being with like nine guys we were with like forty and no one was senior there were just the holdovers and the sgts breathing down our necks. being in Delta was allot harder we didnt get our phones or music all i had was my writing because of this me McCain and Rucker got really really close we clung to each other for support they pretty much made the whole thing possible for me. every night the sgts would list off the people that would be leaving the next day and every night our names werent called it was horrible. for two weeks we suffered in that place. until our names were finally called and we got to go home
My time there wasnt all wasted though, when i was there i realised for sure that i want to be a writer. I love it, its my passion, second i made some really good friends that i KNOW i will be visiting at some point in my life, Rucker, LaRuso and for sure McCain. And I became much closer in my faith.
I want to write about this ALLOT more in detail but that would be really really long, so im actualy working on a book about it! its my first one its slow going because im so busy and im actually putting an effort into the grammar but it is turning out really well! when im done i will more than likely do next to nothing with it im not sure who would want to put money in on it but ill always have it to myself and anyone who wants a copy i can make one up for them when im done.
since ive developed a very slight fan base i decided at the end of my posts im ganna do a little ending note because i see it done on many other blogs, so thanks for reading and check back here whenever, im work ever more than before so its ganna be hard to write but im still ganna try and keep to my one post a week minimum.
~Austin Roy Brown