When I first started out in the army reserves, we ended up doing the final 3 weeks of our basic training in the field up at Wainwright. We basically went 2 days without sleep, and it poured so we ended up running through the mud, on our last day they ran us to a good threat and then ran us through the tear gas chamber. Because we finished and messed around so much on completion we didn't get a chance to stop at the barracks or take a shower before they bussed the whole smelly lot of us back to Calgary.
I just wanted to go home, and I didn't have a clean set of combats and my folks were working so I dragged all of my kit and my sweaty muddy tear gassed self onto the LRT to to go home. An LRT cop at the time came on to the train to check for tickets, he got within 10 feet of me, took a deep breath, turned green and projectile vomited. Stupid fool, I was the only one on that car for a reason.
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