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I was 36 when I finally got to SERE, and my evasion team and I found ourselves in a field in the pitch black. We were worried about being in a pasture with a bull, so when we heard some loud grunting/huffing noises from a nearby hill we sprinted to the fenceline. It was a horse who hadn't moved.
A second amusing event happened during that course that I'll never forget. Of course, we all stuffed our faces the moring of infil to top off the day before when we prepared our stomachs for doing without. We get dropped off and one genius sees a half-eaten Snickers bar on the side of the road. He proved his dedication to survival by leaping on it like he hadn't eaten in days. All I can say is I wasn't that hungry at the end of the course much less the beginning.
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