A couple recruits screwed up pretty bad tonight, so guess what we got to do? All our gear, including removed shoe strings, padlocks, canteens, boots, etc. had to all be thrown into the middle of the squad bay, mixed up and then re-sorted. Doesn’t sound bad, but finding your locked, un-marked padlock in a pile of 76 others isn’t fun…unless you’re me. I locked it, put it on 22 and remembered exactly where I left it. I grabbed it on the first try. Time for bed. Pugil sticks tomorrow.
* Note from the editor/wife – I think that says Pugil sticks…not a clue what that is. Maybe we’ll find out tomorrow 🙂