By Ryan Smithson
Ryan Smithson joined the military Reserve whilst he was once seventeen. years later, he was once deployed to Iraq as a military engineer. during this outstanding and harrowing memoir, readers march alongside one GI's journey of responsibility. it is going to swap how you suppose approximately what it ability to be an American.
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They take it away so all we’re left with is each other and the hair on our chinny-chinchins. Then they give us a razor blade and tell us to shave. ⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄ 27 ⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄ Sitting in the barbershop chair, we get the hair cut off our heads like dogs at the vet. We watch in the mirror as our identity floats to the ground. We watch as the barber sweeps it up, puts it in the trash. Right where it belongs. The hair of a hundred other recruits, a hundred other identities mixing and blending until they’re all the same.
At dinner I have fried chicken and corn. I have powdered mashed potatoes and a hard roll. Then I walk home. The barracks. I’m already calling it home. The platoon is back for the night, out of the field and eager for hot showers. S. Not all of them are kids, but most are under twenty-five. None of them have been to Iraq. They wash up, joke with one another, and introduce themselves to me. ⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄ 51 ⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄⁄ The platoon sergeant—a short, stocky guy with a good sense of humor—finds me and shakes my hand.
He looks to the platoon sergeant, who’s still standing next to me. Munoz smiles and nods. “All right, sir,” I say. ” The lieutenant continues on. The command sent EQ platoon out for an FTX with no tents or supplies. They promised to send out supplies, but after the platoon sat for hours in a rainstorm with nothing more than sleeping bags, the FTX was canceled. I get down to Bragg, and the first thing my platoon leader tells me is that this command doesn’t take care of us. This is only mobilization training.