I remember now how much I hated ruck marching. Slow, long boring, . . . ugh! But, it was different and fun to a degree. Wow, does a fella ever have some time to think on a ruck march?
It got pretty hot, my shirt was drenched quick. I had a 65 lbs pack and boy do I miss my ALICE pack. Give me a good frame pack any day. These soft packs are the worst. I seem to recall in the Rangers we maxed out our soft packs with about 45 lbs or so. 65 may have been too much for this poor pack.
I remember I wrote a couple of short stories about ruck marching. I think I lost them. I wrote them in the early 2000's so I believe they've been lost to time. I'll look for them, but I'm betting that if I could find them, I would have found them for my collection of short stories (see HERE), so I don't hold out much hope for them. I can't imagine they would be very good. They were some of my first things to write.
I'm betting they were slow, boring, pedantic and not at all thrilling . . . much like ruck marching.
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