[USMC Chuter]

There were a lot of things about boot camp that were demanding, and I'd be hard pressed to think of one particular training event that sucked any worse than another. However, one thing always seems to come to mind, and it had nothing to do with training..

I woke up 1/4 a second too late one morning, and didn't have time to grab my portholes (glasses) off of the corner of the rack where they hung by the brainstrap. There I was, on line for count w/o portholes, when the drill instructor paused in front of me.. "Where's your fuckin' goggles, recruit?" There wasn't a correct answer, of course, and he proceeded to throw my glasses out the third deck window while loudly proclaiming, "Praise JESUS! He's healed! He doesn't need his goggles! The blind can see!"

Crawling on hands and knees outside the barracks, looking for my portholes while the rest of the platoon pushed, may not have been the hardest obtacle.. But it's one that I remember clearly.