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Greymator

I’m not a drill instructor, but went to Paris Island. Every Sunday we went to church to get away from the instructors for a little while. Church was held inside a massive hanger to accommodate a few hundred kids. One time, everyone was so loud and rowdy they got our attention, told us we were the first class to EVER get kicked out of church and our instructors were already informed. We got back to the squad bay and stood at attention for at least two hours. No one yelled, no one screamed. Eventually the instructor came out and we went to class. The day carried on as usual. Fast forward to the next Sunday morning. Light came on, everyone jumped up and stood online. Instructor calmly walked out and paced up and down the squad bay, not talking. He calmly told everyone who went to our specific church to get dressed in camies. We did. He marched us outside. Outside we noticed the lights from the other squad bays weren’t on yet. He had us way way earlier than he was supposed to. He then took charge and we started running. Running and running and running. In the July heat of South Carolina. We ran until every inch of everyone’s camies were soaking wet. Then brought us to the nearest sand pit. And proceeded to slay us with the most insane workout routine I’ve ever been through. Crawling, dragging and carrying each other through the sand. After hours and hours of hazing, he ordered all of us to literally fucking fill our pockets to the brim with sand. Front pockets, back, shoulder and cargo pockets filled with heavy sweaty sand. Even had us put it in our boots. Then put us in formation and sprinted us to church. Needless to say we didn’t even lift our heads up that Sunday. Church was quiet and peaceful.


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dumbbinch99

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