I’m not one to complain (just kidding, I LIVE for it) but today the Army has put me in a shitty mood. My company held a PT test today because IDF is totally no big deal. To say I performed poorly is an understatement. While I won’t make excuses for my performance, it’s important to note that I just spent three months on what’s arguably the most dangerous assignment in our AO. In my small out post we couldn’t run outside without running the risk of being shot at. One soldier was shot in the leg while he was walking less than 20 meters from his hooch (he’s fine). For the last six weeks of my stay in our outpost we operated without a dining facility. I subsisted on freeze dried food items (astronaut ice cream) and a meager portion of rice I purchased from the local nationals. That was it. A single daily meal, after Iftar, a day. Our time at the outpost resulted in one fatality and a handful of serious, but non-fatal injuries.
On a personal note I lost ≃23lbs and my phsyique transformed from something Grindrians would call a “swimmer’s build” to what Kate Moss might call skeletal. Think of Christian Bale in the Machinist, but vaguely ethnic.
Once again, this is all background, not bitching. Personal commitment to physical is an important component of Military service (well, in the Army and Marine Corps, but whatever).
What is really shitty is I’m being held to the same standards as FOB Goblins who haven’t left the wire, have access to quality gyms, fantastic DFACs, and haven’t had to clean a fallen comrade’s blood off of pavement.
today is just a shitty day :(
