Dreams

" I want to be a pilot when I grew up; I want to be an artist when I grew up; I wanted to be an scientist when I grew up; I want to be....."

I did not know why. I kept making these "dreams" from my childhood memory. I believe that was only time happened to flash back these moments. I woke up, and I heard a voice was loud and clear.

" Get the fuck up! You have 2 minutes to ready for inspection! Do it do it now!"

I woke up, and still thinking about the dream. I really want to do something when I was a child. Unfortunately, because of broken family, my half-brother was born, and my step-mother. They were almost changed my life. I had my dream but I could not chase for, and now I still did not believe I join the Navy bootcamp. That day had dream was almost 2 weeks in great lakes already. Thanks to god, I could be able to survive for 2 weeks.

During the two weeks, we just basically learned how to fold your clothes, wracks (bed), dressed up, shaving, IT, some navy basic knowledge and history. It looks bored, and scared. You would got yelled by your RDC ( Recruit Division Command) almost every second, and you never knew why they were so mad. Of course, I was one of them. Since I have the big problem about the language barrier, I have to pay attention to others and follow what they did.

" Recruit, what the hell were you doing? Stop looking around and did what you needed to do!"

Fortunately, all american were really nice. They were nice to help me, and talked to me very slowly so I could be understood easily. This was the first time I was in american culture. Los Angeles have too many Chinese people. Some of my friends not even speaking any English. In Los Angeles, we had a joke : You don't need to speak English to survive here. Here is the small Chinatown. Almost every people would understand Chinese.  As a result, some of my friends did not know how to speak, write , or even reading any simple English. I did not understand why, and not even wanted to know the truth.

" Seaman Recruit, come to my office!" Petty Officer shouted.

" From now on, you are going to FAST DIVISION for two weeks. Since your English skill is not good. We are trying to improve your Language skill first and move into the next stage. Do you understand!"

I did believe what they were trying to tell me. For some reasons, my tears were coming out from my eyes. I was crying like a baby boy during that moment. I did not know why I wanted to cry, or just maybe too many failures in bootcamp. After a while, everyone was saying good bye to me, and I moved into the new division.

"Hey bro. You are Chinese?" Someone was in the corner and asking me.

"Yes, I am. " I reply.

When I turn around, I just realized almost everyone here are new immigrants. Chinese, Philippines, Africa, and etc. We were here because we failed the English test.

" I wanted to be a doctor, but I love military guys! They were strong and cool!"

My dreams were repeating again. I woke up at midnight, and looked around. I remembered I love to watch the war movie from Hollywood. In the movie, American Soldiers were brave, and unbeatable. They served with honor. On the other hand, my birthday was China's military birthday too. It looked like my fate. Should I feel happy, or sad?

My eyes were closing, and the dreams won't repeat again in the future.

To be continued.....

My words:

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