This is a discussion on Figure this will stir some memories of Knox within the Army forums, part of the Armed Services category; Saw someone post this on facebook earlier. My shins and calves burn just looking at it.
Being at Benning and seeing what BS Scout/Tanker OSUT ...
Oh man, and I had almost blocked that out of my memory. So we were at the range one day in February 82, middle of my Cav Scout OSUT at Knox and the Drill Sergeants made up some BS reason to yell at us, apparently we were moving too slow or something, and told us our reward was a little detour on our way back to the armory. We were then introduced to Agony and Misery. I honestly don't remember if we went down Agony and came up Misery or vice versa, but honestly, what does it matter? And don't for a minute think that coming down was cake. First, it's so steep that you're practically falling down on your face and, second, the whole way down you are getting an increasingly terrifying picture of how bad going back up is going to be. So finally we get to the bottom and start up. We're wearing full packs and, well, it's bad. Really bad. Try looking at those pictures and imagine how bad it might be, then multiply that times 10 - that's how bad it was. Why do they position Army training centers in particularly hilly areas? Because screw you, that's why. There was literally only one thing that got me to the top. My buddy was right behind me and every time I started to slow down he would haul off and whack me with the butt of his rifle. Hard. Lots and lots of times. I did the same favor for the guy in front of me. All the way up all you could hear was guys huffing and puffing and the sound of "WHACK, WHACK, WHACK" when a guy would hit the guy in front of him with the butt of his 16. And that's how we got to the top. I still often think about that march and it seriously helped to make me the man I am today. It showed me that if I really, really pushed myself and had a friend ready to kick me square in the butt if I slowed down that I could do anything. That hill pushed me to my very limits - there were plenty of times I honestly thought I was not going to make it to the top - but together we beat that hill. Many times during my service and in my civilian life I look back at climbing that hill and it has become a metaphor for life. I know now that if I'm willing to push myself to the limit I can get through whatever tough time I'm having. That hill has paid me so many benefits, I just can't even tell you - but if you marched that hill or one like it, I don't need to explain it because you already know. Hooah! Scouts Out!
REALLY beautiful setting for an Army base, were it not for the heat and humidity. I remember you'd take a shower there at 430AM, and then you'd be sweating through your uniform fifteen minutes later. Still, a great post during the milder months. LOTS of terrifying lightning storms, as well as tornadoes. Mother Nature at her most awesome!! And, not to forget the ubiquitous poison ivy.
Hmm,I'll have to ask my brother he did "B.end O.ver L.ieutenants C.ourse" 1 at Knox, then while waiting to go to Ft. Sill for BOLC 2 he decided to get his "Air Assault Wings" have to ask him whether he did it there or shimmied up to Campbell for those.