Lights Out 2
It was nearly 3 a.m. before we arrived at the United States Naval Base for basic training. The Company Commander boarded the bus screaming out orders and we were rushed off the bus and into formation. The cold temperature had caught me by complete surprise, because when I had left Pensacola the previous day the temperature was at least 93 degrees. Despite my Company Commander’s order to stand still and at attention, I found myself shivering uncontrollably. There I was, in a formation of about...