I was in no position to be left to my own devices in the wilderness and without any of the comforts of a pleasant living area. And so I was thrown there, and greeted semi-positively by a thirty-plus year old drill sergeant yelling at me to kiss the ground if I didn't get off the bus in the time allowed by his booming voice. I followed the directions and attempted to blend in with the other cadets, hoping that my disguise would dissuade him from picking me out from the group and getting in my face as he had masterfully demonstrated upon our arrival. I succeeded, but for a short time. Within the first day I was promoted to Flight Sergeant, a position below the Commander. We were Delta Flight and I couldn't have been more proud of the group of cadets I had under my wing (get it? Two or more flights is a wing). However, my leadership skills were put to the test quickly as multiple cadets over- or under-achieved and constantly fought each other every second they got. To enable us to work together as a team, I was challenged to demonstrate my knowledge of team building exercises, even though I was not the commander. This was due to the assigned commander's lack of leadership and communication skills, of which the cadets undermined his authority and took advantage of his