mentally I dont know, physically no way...it would depend on the motivator.BONES wrote: Sat Apr 02, 2022 12:56 amAt least you had the option of holding it until you got home. When you were living in barracks, your only other option would have been to sneak into the bushes in the night with a shovel, dig a hole and shit into that. And believe me, nobody had the energy at the end of the day to be doing that.raiderpdog wrote: Fri Apr 01, 2022 2:46 pm No service in my background, but my high school didn't have any doors on their bathrooms either, as over the years the school became more and more run down with rampant drug use, many, many fights, race riots, etc. so they finally removed doors to prevent stuff from happening in there, before I even showed up.Do you reckon you'd have the mental toughness to do it today? I don't think I could do it physically and I'm sure I don't have that mental confidence any more, where physical challenges are concerned. But those courses made me almost fearless at the time. I used to sneak up after dinner in the summer, when it was still light, and do the course on my own. Without the PT instructors screaming at you, you have time to realise how stupidly dangerous it all is but you do it anyway.Hink wrote: Fri Apr 01, 2022 2:48 pmI went over the very top bar (I had to stand on the second to last and the top one was a reach over my head). One cannot fathom that feeling without being there, no support, no net, no cables holding you...if you fell, you fell, if it was from the top your parents were getting 25k.Interestingly, I found the Regular Army training to be a lot softer than what I'd experienced in the Army Reserve as a civilian, first in basic training and then later, between my full-time stints, when training for Commandos. The scariest thing I had to do in Commandos was to go down a 25m cliff forwards (face first) on a rope that you weren't actually attached to, it just ran around and between your legs. We wore these sheepskin shorts and gloves to protect us from rope burns but if you lost concentration for a second or you got your foot jammed, you were going straight down to the rocks below. Great times!Right around 1980, mothers pestered congress and got laws changed to make bootcamp more humane, and we saw it with new soldiers coming in.
The coolest thing is that I ended up running a platoon in Recruit Training (Boot Camp) as a LT. To see the changes in those kids over the course of 11 weeks was easily the greatest job satisfaction I had during my service. I worked my arse off - in the office at 6am (reveille), immaculately dressed, did pretty much everything with the recruits through the day and then still in the office at 10pm (lights out), usually in a fresh uniform after dinner. I've never worked so bloody hard in my life but I loved every minute of it.
As for how boot camp was, I have no idea what the experience was in Australia, just like you couldnt know how mine was... I also believe you were an officer. I think that might be why GS said it as he did...two types, those who went to boot camp and those who didnt. I was merely trying to describe what my experience was, there is no room for judgement or oneupmanship .
I do wonder if I would have got all I did out of bootcamp if it wasnt for the type of drill sgts I had...bootcamp was an amazing experience for me, less than two months out of high school. Honestly I think it would have been quite similar because a lot of that growth was also just from being there. It was also the scariest thing, I was just out of high school, away from home with no window to return home. But still those first few days were unbelievably life changing.
I then did something very stupid before going to fort hood, I got married (on black friday
Another thing was as I said I was a very small kid (but I went to a very tough high school), my parents put me in self defense classes in grade school.* I came home from bootcamp for a couple weeks, I was in a car with friends, some local punks were giving my friends a hard time and then one yelled "hey is that Hinckley in the car afraid to come out?"
You dont get super jock at bootcamp without having massive physical changes to you appearance, I stepped out of the car, one of them commented on my haircut, but that was it, they got in their car and got out of there...the look on their face. Of course my firends all wanted me to Billy Jack on them, I didnt...but the look on those faces
Bootcamp taught me so much, it gave me confidence and tools I still use today...how tough bootcamp is is a personal thing, what truly matters is what you take from it imo...I went from a small boy to a man, a well tuned machined and you bet many is the time I have reminded myself of that and drawn from that. I do wonder how I would have survived my last 5+ years without that confidence, losing my wife the way I did and once again packing up for a huge move. But as can be witnessed here by many, I nailed it.
For me this is not a case of an inflated ego, this is pride, I accomplished something I should take pride in that.
* hand to hand combat the drill sgt asked if anyone had self defense/martial arts training, a few of us raised our hands. We had to relearn that...I'll never forget his words..."WE ARE NOT TEACHING YOU TO BE DEFEND YOURSELF, THIS IS HAND TO HAND COMBAT, WE ARE TEACHING YOU TO KILL".