Perry is one of those old-school RSM types when it comes to snowflakes...... "Okay, ladies! Let's see if we can have our first heart attack, shall we? At the double quick- MARCH!!!!". Then up the hill with full kit, and down, and up and down and up and .... well you get a general idea..
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(Absolutely the most terrifying thing ever. Something in the set of that old dog's eyes tells you he is dead serious....
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The Marine equivalent was the Senior DI in your face about 2/3rd the way, on your first trip up Mount Mother-fu$%er:
"Are you going to DIE going up this hill!?!?!?! Well, then FU$%ING DIE you PISSANT MAGGOT!!!!! Otherwise, STEP IT OUT!!!".
ahhh, the good old days.......
I got lucky in the injury dep't - walked away with screws in my right ankle holding it together from a helo crash injury, malfunctioning right ring and pinky finger tendons that were sewn back together from shrapnel spalling of a .50 cal when it took a burst of fire in the right side plate, mild scarring in my lungs from chemical exposure, and left eye corneal damage from a solvent burn on the cornea when a wave hit the bow and PD-680 solvent splashed into my face. Not too shabby after 20 yrs, 9 mos, 11 days. - At least I still got a good back and strong knees.
PTSD- well, one sentence.....
Night terrors suck, period.
BT-DT - no desire for another ticket, TYVM. Unfortunately, it seems to a be hard to get off that ride.........