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Oh yeah, I remember the wasted hours on the grinder at RTC San Diego sweating or shivering and praying that the dive-bombing seagulls wouldn't drop their lunch or a load on your head. Even better was the monthly Captain;s inspection during "A" School at Treasure Island - hurry up and wait ---- until I learned that donating blood exempted you and gave you early vampire liberty. The only ones enjoying this were the reviewing officials comfortably ensconced in padded chairs, often in the shade ---- I certainly derived no pleasure or pride in performing like a trained monkey.