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Originally Posted by csnarpy
I have fond memories of basic and it's been 25 yrs. started in a platoon of 144 and dropped down to 68 by week 4. Then we surged up to 102 with replacements who were coming back from injuries or whatever. Never really found it hard, just learn to play the "game" and don't take anything personally. But we had a lot of drop outs more from "cracking" then injuries.
I have no idea how it's run now, the base that I trained at, Cornwallis, I believe is no longer used. And I'm sure the stress is a lot less then it used to be, the nco's could be more "liberal" back then.
As for these impostors, lock em up and flush the key. Such a disgrace and kick in the nuts to those of us who have served over seas and were put in harms way.
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Not sure if Liberal was the right term
When I got to be a basic training instructor we were issued the new training guide, and we were basically encouraged to do more nurturing and teaching then yelling and brow beating.
I was like, come on I got all this way, I finally get to instruct these disgusting sub human dilettantes and attempt to turn them into something resembling soldiers and I have to pat them on the a$$ and whisper encouraging Tim Robbineque positive re-enforcements in their ears when they can't do a proper pushup.
I remember we had an absolute sense of fear of our instructors. We had the who's who of stereotypical instructors. We had a Lt who really didn't want to get to know us or our names but you didn't want to be called on the carpet. We had a Warrent Officer with an unbelievable command of the English Language. A Sergeant who acted as our drill instructor that was amazing at finding the smallest bungle or mistake. We had a couple of Master Corporals who were like he players coaches but would let er rip when they had to.
The funny thing was that immediately after graduation when we had the reception and dinner for our families, all of them went out of the way to come over and chat with my dad and tell them how great I had done, then they came over and chatted with me in a surprisingly casual manner that nearly gave me a heart attack.
I'm still incredibly fond of that period of my life, the next few years would be a mess mainly due to government neglect of the forces.