When I arrived, there were rumors of people lowcrawling down the company street in their greens, but that could have been just barracks legend.
As I mentioned, they started letting us sleep after a few weeks, although my class had already probably suffered through the worst of it. (Even when we were left to sleep in those first weeks, people would wake up and make a racket because of the cramps in their legs.)
But what really made me sick was when I, as a senior candidate, had to watch a new class of smacks being allowed to eat normally! Take a normal amount of time and not sit in front of the tape on three inches of their chair, etc.! And no one was allowed to walk up to their table and chat with them to keep them from having a chance to eat!
Those wusses had NO fun!
As to mental pressure, I'm not sure what could be worse than people being pulled out of class and panelled (kicked out) right up to the last day before graduation. I'm not proud to admit that I was on the bubble myself, and I did not enjoy hearing someone enter the back of the classroom.
We Signal guys were planning on an easy war. Getting kicked out was an immediate ticket to Nam in our AIT combat MOS. Some of us were stressing! I was lucky. The President decided that he needed at least one more 2nd lieuy even if the guy was a slacker!
Ah, the memories!
Eating a 'square meal'.
I tried to introduce a version of this with my boys. They, and their mother, were not impressed.
A bit of trivia.
How many compartments did the stainless steel serving tray have?
How many milk options were there?