Trecks: Soldiers do them, recruits attempt them; but if your sargeant is a real piece of work, you will get quite a fair share of trecks.
Our history on trecking: 3 km in battle gear, 6 km in battle gear and 11 km in full gear (not just battle gear - remind me to make a post on gear).
So this last one was a serious piece, that left us harbouring mixed thoughts about the meaning of life and everything. We took along a handfull of people from Team 3 (remind me to make a post on teams) and cast off at around 8 in the morning, nice and breezy in full gear (battle gear plus a nice, big bag of stuff). We took the scenic route to the shooting range (our first time shooting) - by the way, I can't shoot straight for.... ahem. Less than an hour later, I had drained half of my water bottle and one of the Team 3 boys collapsed. Did I mention the intense July heat? By some good fortune, my roommate had packed along an extra water bottle, with which I refilled my bottle. Half an hour later my bottle was back to half and a member of our team collapsed. Did I mention the intense July heat? I moved on to half rations and in around one hour or so, we arrived at the shooting range, having trecked around 8 km.
We spent the day there, shooting and basking in the intense July heat. We had lunch (which reminds me, I should wash my stuff...) and then trecked the short way back, another 3 km. On the last leg, my feet issued a formal complaint and went on strike and my spirit broke. I just wanted to get it over with and go home. On arrival at the dorms, I saw that the reason for my feet hating me was that they had been wet for too long, boiling in my sweat. I hope they will recover over the weekend.
Soooo.... Yeah. Did I mention the intense July heat?
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