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Triumph of Courage: Basic Training Story 4544

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January 3, 2017
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It was late October 2016 during our FTX at Fort Benning. We were just about to leave the FOB and head to our Patrol Base when I felt my stomach getting all jacked up. I told the drill sergeant I probably wasn't going to make it to the PB but he assured me i wouldn't dump my pants.About 15 minutes into the ruck I knew it was time to make the game time decision of sh*tting in my pants or scooting a couple feet off the trail and releasing my bowels on the ground. I chose the latter.


I jump out of the file and tell my battle buddy to give me a second, drop my ruck, drop my trousers and start to unleash. After the first spurt came out I saw the point man begin to circle around bringing the rest of the file with him. I instantly knew how horrible this timing was... They were setting up the ORP.Before I knew it i was smack dab in the middle of the ORP with half my platoon looking at poop coming out of me and the other half looking at me squatting with a deer in the head light look. We ended up having to move to a new ORP and a few days later my drill sergeant told me a story of him sh*tting in an MRE bag in the back of a humvee in Iraq.At least the boys had night vision to see the whole show

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