You know the saying, "Be careful what you wish for...you just might get it." ? Well, after last night's post complaining about lame training, the Gods of War apparently got the message. Today we were schooled by a very savvy instructor who has two combat tours in Iraq with the 82nd Airborne Division, and definitely knows his stuff. We received a refresher on individual tactical movement, which means crawling, running, and patrolling skills. This guy was skilled at getting his message across with a combination of humor and dead serious examples of what happens when soldiers get lazy. Of course, we attacked, defended, and moved stealthily for hours until we were ready to drop...which we didn't dare do because of copius numbers of fire ants and wood ticks in our AO (Area of Operation). I held up my end adequately as we gamely charged up San Juan Hill, but I'm so very very glad that I'm not going over as an infantry grunt. (The platoon medic would gripe about having to carry an Automatic Defibrillator into combat!)
Tonight, I'm relaxing in the barracks, taking inventory of bruises, and swallowing handfuls of Advil. Tomorrow brings the happy combination of IED recognition and traffic checkpoint procedures, including vans chock full of role player Durka Durka Dudes. Could this life get any better? I don't believe so!