What Bootcamp Taught Me about Apologetics
by Dean Meadows
Ccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhh, went the air brakes on the bus as we finally slowed to a stop. As a figure thundered onto the bus, with speed and intensity, the likes of which I had never seen, I began to realize what exactly I had gotten myself into.
The six-foot-three drill instructor before us looked more like a tall stack of bricks than a human. His slacks and shirt were pressed, completely free of wrinkles. On the shirt were two and a half rows of ribbons; on the sleeve, three strips with crossed rifles in the middle. The stern look on his chiseled face would have scared the fur off a grizzly bear. His cold, dark eyes bored into us, a bus full of young, scared high school graduates. He shouted, “Get off my bus right now!”
“AYE SIR!” we responded. I had never moved so fast in my life. Together we booked it to the yellow footprints. However, some recruits weren’t quick enough for the drill instructor.
“GET ON MY BUS RIGHT NOW!” We all moved toward the bus, but forgot one crucial step. “WE DON’T WANT TO SAY AYE SIR, EH? GET ON MY YELLOW FOOTPRINTS RIGHT NOW!” Shouted the Drill Instructor.
Back and forth we moved, from the bus to the yellow footprints. We got the message: anything and everything the instructor said demanded a response. No wonder they don’t show this in the commercials, I thought to myself. If they did, no one would join. I realized then, it was going to be a long, tough, three months…