PT was one of the few things I was really good at, after an initial poor start. Running, especially: I couldn't sprint short distances effectively, but maintaining a pace, for a couple of miles, that left other people in my dust ... ohhhh, yeah. At my very last assignment, I at least once heard a drill sergeant point me out to new recruits: "That's SFC Birr; he's twice your age, and you couldn't keep up with him!" That did give me a bit of a warm fuzzy.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.
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Big Brother is watching you. And damn, you are so bloody BORING.