I joined the army after high school, thinking I could get some money for college and some life experiences. I was the head cheerleader, and honor student but didn't want to go straight to college after graduation. Plus my parents were not that well off, so money was an issue. I tried to work a few different jobs, but nothing stuck. I needed a change.
When I joined the army the recruiter of course said I could do whatever job I wanted, I later found out that was just to get me to sign the paper. I wanted to be a nurse, but was later informed that I was actually going to be a supply specialist. What a bummer, but I had already signed the paperwork, my fault for not checking it.
So off I went to basic training in the spring of 2007, Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I had heard stories about how the mind has to be in order to make it through. So I felt that I was ready for this. After about 2 weeks of marching, death by PowerPoint, we started to do the "real" training. I took it in stride. By the time I graduated I had lost 12 lbs. Not that I was heavy to begin with but my figure definitely looked nice. I was 5'7'', 34C FIRM, nice tone legs, and a nice ass to boot.
Once we were done I was sent to my duty station in Fort Carson, Colorado. That was a change, with the mountains and altitude difference; it took me about a month to get used to it. My daily duties were way less complicated that I thought, inventory, issue, fork lift, nothing major so all and all, it wasn't bad. In my free time, I worked out to keep my body looking good. I hated the ACU uniforms, and wanted to feel good about the figure I had, so I would wear nice satin, or lacy bras, and thongs all the time. I wrote my friends and family, and whenever possible I would call.
In summer of 2009 we were notified that we would be going to Iraq. We all knew at some point that was going to happen so a lot of us weren't surprised. I called my parents to let them know, and that I would write and call when I could.
After some abbreviated training, we were on a plane to Iraq to join the war efforts. We ended up in a camp near Baghdad. Nothing great, but it had a pool, MWR, and PX. I worked in a supply warehouse receiving and issuing parts for vehicles.
Everyday someone would try to get me to go out or hang out at the MWR or their AO. I was so tired of this it was insane. I wanted to do my job and go home. Just like everyone else.