Drill
My apologies for not posting this week. I was away in Athens on drill. Overall, it was pretty fun. I got bunked up with three other candidates (in a huge four bedroom house). They ran our asses off every day, waking us up every morning at 4:30 and crashing at 11. This may sound like hell, but it was fun because of the comraderie and the activities. On monday we had a PFT that I sucked at (a 3 mile run in 90 degree weather by definition sucks) and on Tuesday I pulled a hamsting while on a 5 mile boot run. But now onto the fun stuff:
While there I picked up the nickname "The Pope" because I am the only Catholic candidate (very few of us in the South). I also became known as "The GPS" due to one of my Captain's comments. We had just finished doing a Squad (13 Marines in three fireteams) tactics exercise that consisted of manuevering over rough terrain (hills, draws, swamps, etc...) for roughly a mile and then assaulting an enemy position. Along the way several changes in course were required. I was selected to be point-man (a combination of navigator, stalker, hunter, and leader) for one of these patrols. Apparently, I am an awesome point-man because after the exercise, the Captain was talking to all of us (30 or so candidates) and said something alongs these lines: "Alright everyone, if you've got Brian in your squad at OCS, put him on point. The man's like a fuckin' GPS." My ability to navigate over a mile of rough terrain and keep an accurate pace-count along with being spot-on in my azimuths apparently is a good thing. After that I was a much contested commodity. (g)
More to follow...
While there I picked up the nickname "The Pope" because I am the only Catholic candidate (very few of us in the South). I also became known as "The GPS" due to one of my Captain's comments. We had just finished doing a Squad (13 Marines in three fireteams) tactics exercise that consisted of manuevering over rough terrain (hills, draws, swamps, etc...) for roughly a mile and then assaulting an enemy position. Along the way several changes in course were required. I was selected to be point-man (a combination of navigator, stalker, hunter, and leader) for one of these patrols. Apparently, I am an awesome point-man because after the exercise, the Captain was talking to all of us (30 or so candidates) and said something alongs these lines: "Alright everyone, if you've got Brian in your squad at OCS, put him on point. The man's like a fuckin' GPS." My ability to navigate over a mile of rough terrain and keep an accurate pace-count along with being spot-on in my azimuths apparently is a good thing. After that I was a much contested commodity. (g)
More to follow...
