First thing they do once you strip down to your underwear is cut your hair. "Bald, buzz or a little on top?" It's the only choice you'll make for the next two months. Maybe for the rest of your life. After they weigh you, they measure you. The doctor said I had an unusually long wingspan for my height. "Like an eagle," he said and stretched the measuring tape from my left heel to up under my nuts. "I guess those arms make up for your legs," he chuckled. "Go get your shots."
I heard him say the eagle line to the next three recruits behind me, and I guessed it was something some sergeant once gave him to help "ease the process."
That's what the recruiting officer kept talking about to me and mom, all these concessions the Army was making--changes to "ease the process" for the new generation. He said I was going to have a transformation, to go from one of the best and brightest of America's youth to one of the strongest, the smartest, the finest soldiers on the planet. But, he kept reassuring us, the Army was changing too. "Military service will transform you," he said, "but you kids are transforming the Army too." When he smiled, he showed his whole bottom row of teeth like a mad dog on a chain.
"That sounds nice," mom said. "Can I smoke in here?"
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