The first few days of Basic Training aren’t too clear in my mind. I remember a lot of shouting and a lot of standing around waiting, some shots, some medical exams, a whole lot of paperwork, more waiting, and more shouting. The other girls around me were just a blur. By the time I noticed the girl in the rack across from me had a black eye, it’d faded t…
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