Great teaching point by your father.
Think if hadn’t been your father, but an armed guard with a dog, and the dog and the guard had a terrific bark.
In less than 24 hours of sleep deprivation, point of capture imbalance, and fear of what your interrogators might do to you, interspersed with the screams of role players pretending to be tortured from the other side of camp.
Pure intelligence report goodness.
Yea, I remember at 6AM, when he told me he wasn’t letting me sleep, laughing about how that was nothing for punishment. The next few hours are a haze as he didn’t let me carb load or drink coffee so I was hungry and tired. Around 2PM I was toast. I’d try and sneak into the kitchen to lean on the counter so I could relax and close my eyes but he’d be there seconds later to keep me going. If I went to the bathroom he’d pound on the door if it got too quiet after a minute. I think around 4-5PM he finally let me drop and I slept through the night like a baby.
I never pushed staying up late after that for the rest of that summer.