<p>August 1st, 1986. Approximately 0900.</p>
<p>I leave my parents behind in building K-61 with a "GO NAVY!" that sounded more cheerful than it was. I walk out to the parking lot immediately behind Nimitz Hall, where the Mids, in their spotless Summer White uniforms, are collecting the first wave of NAPSters to arrive.</p>
<p>We line up, sign in, are told our five basic responses, and are then walked into the bilges. This is a concrete room with a bizarre angled floorplan where all the steam boilers and other utilities are housed. We are walked in until our noses are almost pressed into the back of the neck of the guy in front of us. The door to the outside is closed, and pitch dark descends on us.</p>
<p>All we hear is breathing.</p>
<p>A good three minutes pass, which is an eternity. We then hear a rusty door slide sideways, and a huge Mid is seen silouhetted by a single light bulb.</p>
<p>"ALRIGHT YOU PEOPLE, LISTEN UP! WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY PREPARATORY SCHOOL. THIS IS YOUR FIRST STEP IN BECOMING AN OFFICER IN THE UNITED STATES NAVY OR MARINE CORPS. WHEN I SAY MOVE, YOU WILL ENTER THIS ROOM IMMEDIATELY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"</p>
<p>"SIR, YES SIR!"</p>
<p>"BULL****! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" (This was before the PC crowd showed up.)</p>
<p>"SIR, YES SIR!"</p>
<p>"MOVE!"</p>
<p>A confused stampede into the room followed by en explosion of noise as the Detailers descend on us from what can only be described as the cracks in the concrete walls. Questions are bellowed and wrong answers cause you to drop to the deck for pushups. </p>
<p>By some miracle, I was ignored for the first minute or so, but that changed quickly. I soon learned what mountain-climbers were, and just how much they suck when done on a downward-sloping deck. I also soon discovered that the "pushups" I had "trained" with at home had been completely inadequate. When I could do no more, I was ordered to roll on the floor to the left, then the right, then the left...</p>
<p>This went on for the better part of 30 minutes. It felt like forever.</p>
<p>We were then formed up and marched up to the quarterdeck to sign in our orders and be sent to our rooms. The sweatsuit and polo shirt I was wearing were soaked through and filthy.</p>
<p>On the second deck, we were all out in the main passageway for over two hours getting run through the paces. It was then the head detailer taught us what became our class battle cry, and carried us all the way through to May 29th, 1991:</p>
<p>"SIR, WE ARE A TEAM! WE THINK AND ACT AS ONE, SIR!"</p>
<p>No idea how many times we repeated that, but we did it until our throats were raw.</p>
<p>Thus began my first day in the United States Navy. I still have that track suit and Polo shirt, as well as the briefcase I was carrying. The times I was able to walk back into the bilges after that day was like Edmund Dantes returning to the Chateau D'If. </p>
<p>There is a saying that goes something along the lines of, "When walking through the forest, I came upon a fork in the path. I took the road less traveled, and that has made all the difference." All I can say in response is "Ooh-RAH".</p>
<p>Go Navy. For those of you going in, remember that pain is temporary, but PRIDE is FOREVER.</p>