We were all sick as dogs for the first weeks of boot camp with Ricky (that is “recruit”) Flu. Didn’t matter; still did thousand of pushups and ran miles with se

We were all sick as dogs for the first weeks of boot camp with Ricky (that is “recruit”) Flu. Didn’t matter; still did thousand of pushups and ran miles with severe sleep deprivation. The (tear) gas chamber was a blessing in disguise, because it caused everyone to expel every dram of mucus that’d been stuck in our lungs. It was the first time I could breathe freely through my nose in a month.