I read that last entry and it sounded like some agonizing hogwash. Idealistic and dumb. The truth is that I'm anxious as hell and just looking forward to falling in with a real platoon in the regular army. Basic was basic. End of story. Anyone can spin a tale and stretch out the pain of BCT to fit their ego, but its all a bunch of drama and bullshit. A mental game and, ultimately, a technicality. Suffice it to say that our company's motto was, in fact, "Play The Game." I mean, are you serious? But I guess if you can pass your final APFT you're pretty much fit for battle, seeing as how hagi probably can't do 50 sit-ups in 2 minutes, let alone run a blistering 9 minute mile.
I suppose those who do miraculously slip through the retention quota cracks are in for a pretty rude awakening. Hopefully their units will chew em up and spit em out before they have a go at the two-way live fire and freeze like a freaking pop up target. I've got a few shitbags in mind and will keep you posted on their progress...since we'll more than likely be in the same damn unit.
Anyway, that feels a little better. Almost like I thought about pulling my proverbial freaking finger out the proverbial freaking damn (I substituted "freaking" for fucking because fucking is too freaking offensive and would no doubt send a measage to my subconscious to tell everyone to fuck off...which would just be so rude).
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