Sheeee, should have tried Infantry Officer Candidate School at Fort Benning back in the 60's.
That would've really unhinged the poor dear.
Having said that, who're the ignoramsuses in that company who think they can get away with 'team building' forty years later?
Fort Gordon, Signal OCS, Class 03-67, SIR!
We probably had it a little easier than you infantry boys but, still, it was no picnic, even after some ruling came down from Washington requiring that we be allowed to sleep unmolested for some certain number of hours per night (which helped a lot).
I remembered so fondly, seeing your post, one night when we had a pogeybait party after lights out. Somebodys wife had loaded a garbage can with hamburgers and soda and doughnuts. I was on the top bunk right beside the door of an old WWII-style barracks.
When the duty officer walked through that door, we were eyeball to eyeball, heads maybe three feet apart. I had a half a humburger left. There was no question that we were going to suffer mightily so no need to act innocent. I grabbed that half a burger and stuffed it in my mouth in one last huge defiant bite!
Needless to say, we were up all night cleaning up the nuked barracks and buffing the floor!
Why in the heck am I nostalgic about this? LOL