I felt this boded ill for the upcoming confidence course event.
Standing at his post by the barbed-wire and machine-gun portion of the confidence course, Master Sergeant Spengler shook his head again in wonderment. Of all the crazy things he had seen and done during his years in the Army, today had to be in a category all its own. These Legionnaires had guts … he’d give them that. More guts than brains, though. After the shellacking the Eagles had given them at close order drill, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they had simply conceded the rest of the events rather than suffer additional humiliation. Instead, they had not only been willing to continue the competition, they had insisted on some of the roughest rules for running the confidence course that Spengler had ever heard of!
The sergeant momentarily slipped off his cherished red beret and ran a sleeve across his brow before replacing it. He was still sweating from the Eagles’ run at the course, and, though they might look jaunty, the berets tended to seal the heat in.
If he hadn’t been standing within earshot to hear it all for himself, he never would have believed that the Legionnaire commander had posed these rules himself.
First of all, they were supposed to run the course in what he called “full combat conditions,” which mostly meant they had to do it under arms and carrying a full field pack. There had been some discussion as to whether some of the Legionnaires could use their glide boards and hover cycles, but the major had stood firm and those particular pieces of equipment had been barred from the course.