Lamenté estar en ese autobús durante horas y horas. Estábamos llegando a la zona de entrenamiento donde me iba a fortalecer mental y físicamente. Sabía perfectamente que nada más llegar me iban a separar de Richard, ya que somos de zonas diferentes, bueno... es obvio que no puedo llevar un arma, no soy humano...
Richard me rodea con su brazo y me abraza suavemente diciendo:
Ken, sé que no podremos estar juntos durante mucho tiempo, pero quiero que sepas que pase lo que pase estaré a tu lado", dice Richard con tristeza.
De repente el autobús se detiene, al mirar por la ventana ya habíamos llegado a nuestro destino. Empezamos a bajar del autobús y dos Soldados que gracias a sus placas pude ver sus nombres... "Sr. Kevin Zagaste y Sr. Mack Smith".
El Sargento Kevin Zagaste procedió a llevarme a mi área de entrenamiento y el Sargento Mack Smith llevó a Richard a su área... ahí fue cuando nos separamos por primera vez.
Cuando llegué a la zona de entrenamiento me encontré con más perros militares que algunos de ellos ya eran viejos en el ejército. Se lo tomaron todo muy en serio (como debe ser por supuesto...), así que no pude acercarme demasiado a ellos y sin poder mantener una conversación.
Me hice amigo de mi compañero de jaula (no nos dejaban estar libres y las jaulas eran grandes) se llamaba "Rex" y era otro pastor alemán. Charlamos sobre lo que hacíamos antes de venir a la Marina y hablamos de nuestros amos, no era un tema muy relevante pero a veces es bueno mencionar algunos detalles.
Esa tarde fue un poco tediosa, porque después de la charla con Rex nos sacaron y nos mandaron a las pruebas de velocidad, fuerza y reacción. Uno de los perros se me acercó y me dijo que empezara a acostumbrarme, ya que esto será todos los días hasta que esté totalmente preparado para enfrentar los riesgos, que estoy dispuesto a morir por mis compañeros y que pase lo que pase seguiré de pie y hacia adelante y nunca retrocederé.
Lo que nos queda ahora es descansar y esperar a mañana para poder continuar con el entrenamiento y poder demostrar a todos que daré mi propia vida por protegerlos.
Son las 5:00 de la mañana y nos han despertado, qué pasa, porque ya era hora de levantarse y empezar con el entrenamiento.
Nos pusieron a escalar unos muros que eran de sacos de arena, correr largos tramos por un camino de tierra y luego nos pusieron a nadar en la piscina que era una piscina de gran magnitud y atacar a un hombre que tenía un traje que le permitía protegerse de nuestros colmillos...
Solo podía pensar... !QUE CANSANCIO!, pues ya era una rutina tediosa que tenía que hacer todas las mañanas. Lo bueno es que cada mañana puedo ver entrenar a Richard sin cansarme, porque me motiva a seguir trabajando cada vez más duro por él, por mi familia y por mi país.
Son las 12:46 del 7 de marzo de 1995... Estoy un poco desorientado por el último entrenamiento, ya que pronto me enviarán a Afganistán con un pelotón de soldados. Oigo gritos y disparos...-Qué está pasando, dije preocupado. Empecé a ladrar en voz alta con mis compañeros.
Alguien viene corriendo y gritando con un rifle...¿será este mi fin?
Continuará...
I regretted being on that bus for hours and hours. We were arriving at the training area where I was going to strengthen myself mentally and physically. I knew perfectly well that as soon as I arrived I was going to be separated from Richard, since we are from different areas, well... it's obvious that I can't carry a weapon, I'm not human...
Richard puts his arm around me and hugs me softly saying:Ken, I know we won't be able to do it.
Ken, I know we can't be together for long, but I want you to know that no matter what happens I'll be by your side," Richard says sadly.
Suddenly the bus stops, as we look out the window we had already arrived at our destination. We start to get off the bus and two Soldiers that thanks to their badges I could see their names..... "Mr. Kevin Zagaste and Mr. Mack Smith.
Sergeant Kevin Zagaste proceeded to take me to my training area and Sergeant Mack Smith took Richard to his area... that's when we were separated for the first time.
When I got to the training area I was met by more military dogs that some of them were already old in the military. They took it all very seriously (as it should be of course...), so I couldn't get too close to them and without being able to hold a conversation.
I made friends with my cage mate (we were not allowed to be free and the cages were big) his name was "Rex" and he was another German Shepherd. We chatted about what we did before we came to the Navy and talked about our masters, it wasn't a very relevant topic but sometimes it's good to mention some details.
That afternoon was a bit tedious, because after the talk with Rex they took us out and sent us to the speed, strength and reaction tests. One of the dogs came up to me and told me to start getting used to it, as this will be every day until I am fully prepared to face the risks, that I am willing to die for my companions and that no matter what happens I will continue to stand up and go forward and never back down. What remains for us now is to get used to it, as this will be every day until I am fully prepared to face the risks.
What remains for us now is to rest and wait for tomorrow so that we can continue with the training and be able to prove to everyone that I will give my own life to protect them.
It's 5:00 in the morning and they woke us up, what's going on, because it was time to get up and start training.
They put us to climb some walls that were made of sandbags, run long stretches on a dirt road and then they put us to swim in the pool which was a large pool and attack a man who had a suit that allowed him to protect himself from our fangs... I could only think.
I could only think... I was getting so tired, because it was already a tedious routine that I had to do every morning. The good thing is that every morning I can watch Richard train without getting tired, because it motivates me to keep working harder and harder for him, my family and my country.
*It is 12:46 on March 7, 1995... I am a little disoriented from the last training, as I will soon be sent to Afghanistan with a platoon of soldiers. I hear shouting and gunshots...
What's going on, I said worriedly. I started barking out loud with my buddies.
Someone comes running and shouting with a rifle...will this be the end of me?
Will it continue...
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