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  • Haha, running isn't the biggest thing, Sammy. It has alot more to do with sheer body strength.

    Like, because of my dad, I always get the most sit-ups of the entire class when we do fitness testing in PE. I get to like 150, and everyone is practically asleep. Yesterday, the coach made me stop at 178.
    Well, it's always hot in my room, so I guess that's just me cookin'. XD

    But yeah, I love BK. And I never actually get any. When a friend asked what I wanted for my B-day, I said, "A whopper whith cheese, no onions, a large coke, large fries, and a Hershey Pie". XD
    Because it's the place where you first get your recruit boots. Aswell as for the fact that you can't get new ones while your at the camp. If they got all wet and soggy? Doesn't matter. A hole? Big whoop. You'll live.
    Me too. My dad doesn't care. And neither does the sarge that will scream in your face when your doing 20 pushups in mud. In the rain.

    Wanna know why it's called Boot Camp?
    Boot camp is hell on earth. And ya know what? Every morning, my dad and I work out and run a mile and everything. We train like they would in bootcamp.
    Got that right, baby. Ever heard the Metallica song, "The Day That Never Comes"? I'm the one who'd better just stay down!
    Same here. Like I said, my dad does all this tech crap. Regardless, they make you do rifle training before you go out. Happens in a camp out in California. Then they ship your ass off to the sandbox.
    Heh. Even I don't know what my dad did out there. All I know is that he had a M-16 named Susan.
    It was scary. It felt like that one time my brother pointed his AK-47 in my face that one week we went to visit him in Fort Jackson.
    Hmph.

    Well, guess that's not bad. They still get stuck doing generally the same crap out in the sandbox. -__-
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