After overcoming some obstacles I was able to join the Florida Army National Guard in order to pay for my college education. This was going to be the first time that I left home by myself for an extended amount of time.
|Logo of US Army Infantry|
My basic training was at Fort Benning, Georgia home of the Infantry. That experience deserves a blog by itself but suffice it to say that it was life changing.
As a newly minted and somewhat closeted Christian I felt an uneasiness in joining the machine that is the US Army. I had gotten myself unwittingly into the most demanding job and the one occupation that challenged my view on killing people.
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When I wasn't having the shit scared out of me I contemplated the possibility of breaking one of the fundamental and universal moral laws: "Thous Shalt Not Kill".
I prayed that God would see my heart and know that I was just a student who was doing a deed to get my education paid for and not rely on my parents. I thought that was honorable enough to get me by and hoped that I would never have to answer for killing on Judgement Day.
|Drill Instructors are scary (Marines)|
|High crawl. Had to do that a few times.|
Having seen Schindler's List in middle school, I was too familiar with the images of what a bullet can do to a human brain. That imagery jolted the response from the base of my being to raise my hand in righteous opposition to the big bad drill sergeant.
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I don't remember how many people saw me raise my hand. I was in the rear of the formation and I'm not that tall but I do remember the drill sergeant looking at me as if to take a mental snapshot of who the dissident was.