I never thought that marching in a formation could be so difficult. This platoon either can't listen or can't understand simple instructions. We start drilling and before we even get 20 feet we inevitably hear "Oh hell no! Get back!" So everyone turns and runs back to where we started and we try again. This goes on for hours! It is ridiculously humid here, and there are little bugs that swarm around your head because of the layer of sweat that is always there. If you move, wince or God forbid slap at one, you will get destroyed by whichever one of the DIs sees you.. and one of them will ALWAYS see you.
I'll go more into detail about the general insanity of this place some other time, for now I want to focus on one that happened. We apparently are the worst collection of screw ups and retards in the known universe according to our DIs. They are so sick of us that the Heavy chewed our asses out last night for at least an hour. He took the Platoon guidon and threw it in the trash. He told us, and this is a quote, "Not one of you is worth how many hours your pathetic mothers were in labor with you!" Well, this got a reaction from a few guys, including me, but one of the squad leaders spoke up and said "Sir, this recruit doesn't appreciate that. Some of these recruits' mothers are dead, Sir!" The next thing the Heavy said was quite possibly the most evil and cruel thing I've ever heard. He said "Good, then they aren't here to see the DISGRACE you've all become!" He delivered this line with such venom that I have no doubt he meant it. After that he basically told us that if we don't get our heads out of our asses and start doing things the right way that we will all wish we were never born. I am relatively convinced that this is Hell and that if the Heavy isn't Satan, then he is his right hand man.
I guess that I understand what's behind it all -- the breaking you down and building you up the way they want to see you but still.. Damn!
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