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Cold. Hungry.
Beach telling me to let a guy drown, because he said he could swim.
Beach making us dig a 6X6 for a rat we killed in our tent and giving it a funeral.
Having to break up the ice in the creek so we could do the slide for life.
That night in the swamp, frozen to a tree watching 60 or 70 guys quit.
Realizing how goddam glad I was to be there.
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