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Originally Posted by CPTAUSRET
I'm guessing the short run may have been a b*tch.
Terry
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Out at Camp MacKall in 74 Egerton and two of the younger Sgts would run us for our two miles every morning. They were fast as lightning and smoked us on every run. One morning a short, fairly thick looking TAC was standing out front as we fell in for PT.
He gave us the right face and we were off......At a, to us, very slow pace for PT. But he kept going, and going, and going. We had been going for over an hour and the sun had come up and we could see real good. And he kept going. We were twisting and turning down hard roads, dirt roads, trails and pine flats. And we kept going.
The chase vehicle knew where we were going because it would reappear when we came out of the trails onto the roads. People were falling out but would continue to trail after the formation. When they lost sight of the formation or started walking they were put on the truck.
We saw a big clearing coming up through the trees and said to ourselves "at last" but as we came out of the trees we saw we were on the far side of the airstrip. Then the old goat got his second wind and started to stretch it out for the front gate.
Nothing was said to us as we stopped in front of the flag pole and the stragglers who were still trying came through the gate and linked up with us. As we were standing there the chase truck came in the gate, over to the area our tents were at and let the guys out. They picked up their rucks out of the tents, got back on the truck and it departed for Fort Bragg.
That guy never took us on another run and boy were we ever thankful.