I can still feel muscle fatigue and feel sleepy. Just a few hours' sleep can't restore the physical strength I spent in the first four days of training. My thoughts just drifted away, and drowsiness immediately made me sleepy. Maybe after a minute or two, I was woken up again. This time, it was the roar of the platoon leader.
He is tall, with sparse hair and small black eyes. His face is chiseled. If you look at his baby picture, you can recognize him at a glance. He only shouts when necessary, which is what happens when he wakes up the rangers.
I got up slowly, moved my feet to the mattress and hung them down. Hynes is a private in the 3rd assault battalion. He always gets up at the same time as me. His head is always stuck between my feet. I kick him as soon as I lift my foot.
Today is 1 1.8. Although we got dressed without saying a word this morning, we had a little happy expression. Because the fifth and last day of city week has finally arrived. Only the last day of physical training is left! Last day of running! The last day of the assassination! Somewhere in my mind is saying, "It will be much easier from now on!" "
All the trainings before City Week are warm-ups, such as 30-minute gymnastics training and basic wrestling training. I am good at push-ups and can last for a long time. Apart from these trainings, the first four days have exhausted me. But I decided to dedicate my last strength to the last day of city week. I swear to myself that I will never go through this stage again.
Although the climate in California is mild, the temperature in the morning is still a little low. We dawdled as long as possible and finally stomped out of the barracks. We are equipped with gloves, camouflage clothes, running shoes and black velvet hats. We lined up to jog to the physical training pit, stood at attention, got into the dark brown sawdust and prepared to start training. Standing in front is Sergeant Moreno, a physical training instructor, a short Spanish sergeant (NCO). He is muscular and has a big mouth. However, what really attracts us is what is behind him.
That's the climbing pit, the obstacle-crossing training ground of Ranger College. There are also some routine training-push-ups, climbing over barbed wire, crossing ladders, concave climbing and rope climbing. However, when doing these exercises, there was a foot and a half of mud and cold water below.
We finished training, then ran four miles, and then went back to the physical training pit to stretch. The heat emitted from our heads is illuminated by the lights of the training ground, just like an angel's light ring. A few days ago, we asked if we wanted to go swimming pit training, but no one gave us a definite answer. We haven't trained there for four days. Now, we 40 rangers are beginning to feel that the cold is penetrating clothes and skin. I hope winter can save us!
Even when the players in the first row start to walk to the starting point in front, we still strongly hope that it is best not to leave. The first row 10 players complete push-ups. When they jumped down, when they tried to drown for the first time, they started screaming. At that time, the only thought in my mind was curse, and I had to give in to reality.
In the first four days, I have been kicked and thrown countless times in fighting training. I was jogging on the dirty road with an 80-pound military bag on my back. However, when I was in the crawl pit and poured cold and dirty water, the biting and painful feeling was almost unbearable.
We have 10 people standing in a row, waiting to do push-ups. Each platoon is equipped with instructors to guide the training. To our great chagrin, our coach is Staff Sergeant Namo.
He is six feet tall, has no muscles and has a strange smile on his face. He must be insane, too. I bet when he was young, he must have broken the frog's leg and pulled his sister's hair to make her scream. I'm sure he'll like to see us suffer in the crawl pit under his command.
I did push-ups as I was told, and then jumped back to the ground. A second later, my face was soaked in ice water. When I climbed over the barbed wire, the sand below rubbed against my stomach. Soon, my head was like an electric shock, and I was out of breath. When you inhale, your breath becomes shorter and shorter. I immediately began to tremble, screaming like an engine in a winter morning.
I crawled almost mechanically, inhaling more water than air, and sand got under my pants and belt. "Climb … climb … climb", I thought, "The finish line is getting closer and closer. Climb ... climb ... climb. " I must look like an underwater frog-a little trick, but with a clear goal. I struggled to climb over the first obstacle and pushed the sand hard with my feet. I climbed too slowly, and the time between them made me feel incomparable pain.
Each of us has no choice in this training, and everyone's situation is similar. Climbing the pit is the first training to challenge the ranger's psychology. No one wants to receive this kind of training, but everyone knows that it is mandatory and necessary. It's either finished or eliminated. When accepting pregnancy, no matter how difficult it is, no matter how unwilling it is, every special soldier should carry it out-there is no doubt.
I once heard that in front of the enemy, soldiers on the battlefield never turn and run away, because their comrades-in-arms are around. Everyone will care about the safety of his comrades-in-arms and the personality damage caused by running away. It is also for these reasons that it is impossible to escape from the climbing pit. Ranger Academy has set up enemies for us, dispelled our instinctive fears and trained us to forge ahead. We did it, although we didn't even know that the crawl pit was as similar as the war we might encounter.
I climbed to the last barbed wire obstacle with my legs and finally got out of the swamp like a reptile. "ah! Go! " We shouted and rushed to the ladder. After that, we jumped into the muddy puddle again. This time, there was no barbed wire overhead, only one instructor. We dive into the water just for training in the water. At first, it was ok. 10 people could move forward at the same time, but after 30 feet, the sink began to narrow, just like at the end of the funnel. We all started to lift ourselves up with our hands and knees and climb up, trying to get through the funnel as soon as possible. At this time, Sergeant Namo ordered to stop moving forward and draw shallow water on his back. Let's roll to the left first and then to the right. In this way, he asked us to take a detour by water. He said that he liked it best: swinging to the end of the waterway with his hands behind his back, his stomach immersed in mud and his feet pedaling. At the end of the game, we started to pile together, and the people in front would accidentally kick the people behind us.
Panting and exhausted, we finally finished the detour. Obstacle training is coming to an end, leaving only fast obstacle crossing and rope climbing training. We walked with heavy steps, held our heads high and gasped as much as possible.
Ken stood in a 3-foot-deep puddle, his fleshy hands clutching the rope 15 feet in front of him. He looks worried. Ken is about 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 230 pounds. He is tall and strong, but it is not a good feature when climbing a rope.
"Grab the rope with your feet, climb up step by step, and move your feet." We all encouraged him.
He tried twice, put his foot on a knot two feet high underwater, and planned to pull himself up directly by hand. Sergeant Namo even encouraged him to give him a draft beer if he climbed to the top of the mountain.
Finally, obviously, he must climb up with his feet on the rope, and he must climb up while practicing. When Ken stumbles on the rope, no one can help him except himself. Willing to pull yourself up again and again with tired arms. We cheered wildly, but we didn't expect collective pressure to bring us pleasure.
When Ken climbed up for the last time, his arm was exhausted. His hand slipped off the rope. Then, a whale-like body turned upside down and slapped the water. His feet are still attached to the rope. The rope wobbled and looked like a noose for hanging, hanging his body. When we jumped into the water to save him, his arms jumped around and slapped the water hard.
We untied the rope from his feet and made him stand up. He inhaled deeply, as if to suck all the air around him into his lungs. The instructors said that they had only seen such a scene in the underwater world, and they nicknamed him "flippers". Ken escaped climbing the rope, but his ankle was cut by the rope. That nickname accompanied him through the first stage of training.
The rest of the training in the crawl pit is a sandbag sprint for 3 to 5 seconds. Then, we finished this training with a loud cry of about 10 and a knee landing to change the prone position.
The instructors understand that everyone has just endured this kind of training close to freezing point, and immediately let us disband and go back to the barracks for repair. I dragged my feet back to the barracks and tried to stretch my arms to keep my cold and wet clothes from touching my skin.
Less than 1 minute after entering the camp, we all took off our clothes and washed our muddy uniforms and bodies with rubber pipes. 40 naked people lined up, red with cold. Although we are covered in goose bumps, we don't care about the cold air in winter morning at all.
I hung my military uniform on the clothes rack in front of the military camp and took my running shoes back to the camp. When the boys rushed to the shower to take a bath before breakfast, they patted the ground barefoot and made a crisp sound. Although the water was cold, it was a very comfortable shower.
In order to achieve our goal, we stand beside our own crawling pit every day and do those difficult and annoying things every day. No one wants to go to that place, and no one wants to experience those pains. However, shrinking in the face of challenges means failure. Perhaps, those challenges seem frustrating and even as threatening as climbing a pit, but that is the beginning of the challenge and an obstacle on our way to becoming a ranger. This is the same as your situation. You may face many crawling pits, and it will take you months or even years to overcome difficulties, challenges and goals.
This is my achievement that day, and it is a leapfrog on my way to success. This determination directly affected my early struggle for the goal of making money. I don't care what I look like; Because I have a firm and clear goal.
-Quoted from Yanbian People's Publishing House "No Excuses"