By Jay Kirell
I can’t believe it’s been six years. Six years since I enlisted in the Army. Six years since I first visited a recruiter and began the process that would eventually take me around the world and back.
In some ways it seems like yesterday, and in others it seems like it was so long ago I can barely remember a time I wasn’t a “veteran.”
It’s for that reason I’m glad I took the time, six years ago, to chronicle my entrance into the military. I can look back and laugh at the expectations I had vs. what the reality of being in the military was actually like.
For those who’ve never served, you can get a sense to what it might have been like for you…at least in the very beginning. I’d imagine people end up with a million different stories from their time in the service, but some aspects are universal.
MEPS is one of those aspects. MEPS stands for Military Entrance Processing Station and it’s the military equivalent of munchkin land from The Wizard of Oz – it’s where your story begins.
Six years ago today, this is where mine began. Day two of MEPS: