combatives

The morning got off to a rough start with a run I almost fell out of before the guy in back of me refused to pass and screamed a motivational "Get your ass up there!" Good pep talk in a pinch. We had a little pre-breakfast combatives, which is like wrestling school. Unlike Basic, here they make females pair up with males. Thank God my partner was 1. not married so I didn't feel disrespectful of his special person, 2. not a creeper, and 3. a former wrestler. It's actually pretty empowering to know how to choke someone out with your legs should the opportunity ever present itself.

Then I learned machine gun theory. We had lectures all day of defensive positions-- where to position troops to your greatest advantage. War movies will make way more sense to me know. It was interesting.

One girl packed up and left today. A guy was asking if I would ever quit. I said I told God I wasn't coordinated enough for this, and he told me to stay where I am.

New bedtime procedure here since people got in trouble. 5 minutes before lights out we assemble in the hall with our canteens.
At my command hydrate. We drink in unison.
Prepare to sing. We belt out the alma mater.
Prepare to mount. We get in bed.
At my command, sleep. We lay down in the position of attention and close our eyes. At first I thought it would be ridiculous, but the whole thing is so hilarious I kind of enjoyed it last night.