Over a week later, my legs, lungs, and oxygen-starved brain finally are coming back to papa. It’s no joke; the name lives up as described, for no amount training could ever prepare for the amount of pain I encountered.
For anyone to say Navy is NOT competetive has no idea of the frothed-mouthed, eye-of-the-tiger, one-upsmanship that occurs when the top half of Navy E.O.D. Brass sets aside a week to have a
“friendly ” ride.
A big ups to the civilians who made it through the ordeal with their honor intact; we are, after all talking about the Navy.
All joking aside, a better week could not be spent with a nicer group.
Finally, my award to the bravest of the trip goes to my roommate, Rich, who can now go anywhere in the world, smell the most pungent odors, and know he has experienced much worse.
Check out the final installment of the T.O.P. http://www.trainofpain.blogspot.com/