October – December, 1989.

Eight weeks of blatant, obvious psychological abuse that I still couldn't avoid. Eight weeks of getting up at 4:00 AM every day except Sundays when we could sleep in 'til 5:00. Eight weeks of being the laughingstock of the platoon, mostly because the unimaginitive dolts thought a last name of "Rich" was one huge joke. Eight weeks of high school P.E. class only instead of one hour a day it was 24/7.