This was the first time I realized we were in trouble. Without going into detail, I found out real fast Drill Instructors were not messing around. We met our Senior Drill Instructor and his assistants. The heavy, which was the second in command, was a Marine from Pennsylvania. He looked like a cartoon character, but he was no one to mess with. The third Drill Instructor, which was called the kill hat, was a rough looking Marine from, well I actually never found out. He could be compared to the Tasmanian Devil. Every time he came around, everything got thrown around and we knew we were going to get smoked, a term we used for an overwhelming amount of physical training in a short amount of time. After we met our Drill Instructors, we began our 12 week training program. The program consisted of three different phases. Each phase was designed to break you down and build you back up. We woke up everyday around, I believe, four in the morning. We conducted physical training, went back to the barracks for a quick shower, and marched to breakfast. Our days were filled with lots of training, classes, and cleaning. As the training progressed, more was expected of us. The training got harder and the days got longer. They were molding us into “warriors”. They instilled discipline and