infantry

Today was a relatively relaxed day here. It was PT-- mostly push-ups. Breakfast. Then we got to head to the Infantry Museum. Walking through exhibits about extraordinary men made me think about my ancestors whose stories I never heard. I think my grandma's twin brother and another brother died in WWII. My grandfather on the other side was a naval plane mechanic. My dad was in the finance corps in Vietnam. Even if I had heard their stories before I couldn't understand them like I might now.

Seeing infantry heros makes me think about what they have that I don't. 1. Coordination (seriously) 2. Courage to run towards instead of away from danger 3. Confidence. 4. Willingness to be extremely uncomfortable. I admire the guys here who are choosing that life. Females can't be infantry, and now I feel a little guilty that I don't want to be. I also feel (at least today) that even if I don't make it through OCS that I still owe the country my 3 years serving as enlisted to fulfill my commitment.