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I thought . . . God he's in great shape . . . I wondered how often he works out . . . and what he had planned to be doing later that evening . . . .

My first DS was a real SOB. The let us off the bus at Ft. Polk at the reception center and immediately after coming to attention, we were in the front lean and rest position in pea gravel. We stayed there for what seamed like forever. Then, we were herded to a warehouse where we lost our hair and then, hurried to another building where we drew our uniforms. Those were the good times. Then I was put on a truck and sent to E-3-2 in North Fort Polk, next door to Tigerland. There we were met by SFC Soto, I will never forget that man's name. My platoon was led by Sgt. Doss, never forget that name either. We were literally kicked, slapped, punched, and one NCO even used a riding crop to wake up those who napped during training. We ran 3 miles before breakfast which was served at 0600 and training began at 0700 and lasted until 1800 when were ate evening chow. This went on for 9 weeks, then I went to Tigerland for another 9 weeks of the same. After 18 weeks at Ft. Polk, I was a lean, mean, fighting machine. That is why Ft. Polk had the fewest casualties of any training post in Vietnam. The military training today is pussified compared to 50 years ago. We did not have the equipment or protection soldiers have today. Trust me, I am glad to see soldiers get protection so they can come home to their families. But, the training needs to be tougher because war is hell.

Ok, Sommer here we go lol you asked for this lol