We were all there, in formation, waiting for the buses to take us to Sand Hill. Designated 330th Infantry Regiment Alpha Company, 4th Platoon. Sweat dripped from our faces, muscles twitched and hearts pounded. Backpacks and front-loaded “A” bags. The Drill Sergeants walk back and forth, choosing who they think will be the first to go. “This one, this is what Blue Falcon will do to everyone” they shouted to each other. I had to ask myself if I would be the first to wash myself. Having never failed at anything in my life, that fear quickly crept up on me. That thought came and went hastily as our buses pulled up. Welcome to the longest day of your life, Fort Benning, Georgia. The home of the infantry. The buses stopped next to a desolate field covered in dirt and rocks. My seat was the last seat on the bus, so I am safe from the initial “Shark Attack”. The back door of the bus flies open and my bags, along with me, are thrown. Last time I knew I had the comfort of a seat in the back, and now I'm face down in the dirt. All th...