So we all met at Moore Square. Everyone was very excited and ready to get started.  We met our cadre (instructor – Patrick), signed waivers, heard his ground rules, picked a battle buddy, and lined up in two columns with our 40lb packs. We walked for about 10 feet and Patrick instructed us to fireman’s carry our BB with packs. This is where things started to change a bit. For some reason everyone clicked their common sense button to the off position. People were running in front of cars, stopping in the middle of the street…..yes, both while carrying their BB. I actually got dropped in the street. That was the absolute last straw with our cadre. Understanding that cadre’s are active duty Special Ops guys, he exploded into a storm of yelling and cussing at all of us. He unloaded a plethora of f-bombs on us that I thought he was going to punch someone in the face. LOL. Keep in mind that this is downtown Raleigh at 10:30. A lot of people out and about. The yelling and cussing would be heard for the next 11.5 hours. The yelling and cussing created more chaos and causing us to be more stupid. LOL. For the next 3 hours, we must have done 1000 pushups, a mile of crabwalks and bear walks. During one of our breaks, he told of some of his military experiences and described what our mission was going to be tonight. We were told we were to extract a piece of equipment and a body from a hostile area and transport said items to a designated LZ. We had 3 hours to accomplish. Equipment = 800 lb log, Body = 50lb mannequin, and the team weight (30 lb fire hose). We carried that all itesm for the next 4 hours. Missed our time and were greeted with more f-bombs. He pointed out the mistakes we had made the last 4 hours and that we never worked as a team. More exercises. We finally rolled back into Moore Square 10:10AM. My shoulders and feet were so sore but I still had a smile on my face. Good experience…mentally and physically.