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In fact, my biggest gripe is that there will always be a disparity between that which I do and that which I could have done: I can always see something else that I need to study more, investigate more. Every answer found begs another question, right?
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That Sluggo is the life for which you volunteered. It is the same with every MOS in Special Forces. We are never there, we are always "Workin' the prob Boss." When you think you've made it and there's nothing else to learn, you are deluding yourself and it's time to seek life elsewhere.
You are begining to understand why the term "Special" in front. You are in the easy part now, it only gets tougher. If you get to a Team, you will have infiltration methods, additional skills and cross training. Language and culture is constant and continuous. You'll be expected, nay demanded of, to maintain all these skills to a standard of which a Spartan would be proud. If you're good and don't get your rucksack slung down the hall or get dead, eventually, about the time you start getting your MOS figured out, they'll start looking at you for Team Sergeant, a whole new set of skills.
Selection doesn't end when you get a class date, it also is constant and continuous. You will be evaluated by your peers and your command every day, every move you make. Every time you open that aid bag, every one of your Brothers will watch every move you make. Being The Medic, you have to set the example for every other member of the Team. They all love a good Doc, nobody will stand for a shit Doc.
You are the one they call when shit ain't right, when they're hurtin', when they feel bad. And you by God better be ready.
If it was easy, any simple-minded leg pussy could do it. Quit whinging and get it done or quit - the True Believer is waiting for your young ass and you better believe he'll be ready....