Suffered is a good word for that hell. I had done some hard schools but pt(smoke sessions) around the Ozarks was an absolute torture fest. Five mile run, five effing miles with a zodiac over our heads while the instructor chilled inside of it. An that was just the start of the day, I had capsize drills to look forward to right after that.
I was like what the hell, when did we cross over into "buds" training. Oh and that was the end of November. They gave a rats ass the water temp was in the 50s. Good times. Lol.
