“In one word: chaotic,” Reyes replied. “You come with just the clothes on your back, nervous and jittery as fuck. First thing they do is shave your head, strip you down to your skivvies, and give you identical uniforms with no name tapes. And while this is going on, you got a bunch of DIs screaming at your face as they tell you to march, toe the line. In boot camp, you as an individual no longer matter. There’s no me, my, I, or Roberto Reyes. There’s only Recruit Reyes. And Recruit Reyes has to show the DI his left shoe, his right sock, and it has to be done any day now. They’ll shout if you’re too slow, sticking even just one toe out of the line, or even for just looking funny. And that’s just the first day.”