John "Shrek" McPhee

There's no encouragement.

There's no disencouragement.

Right.

And then they're like, you know, they'd write on the board, eight o'clock, be at the truck.

And that's all I'd say.

And guy's like, well, I mean, what do you think you got to have?

Like.

Well, they also say don't be late, light, or out of uniform.

So bring your shit, make sure it weighs right, and fucking let's go.

I mean, I just thought selection was all skill level one tasks, and I had a great time walking through the mountains.

I loved every fucking second, man.

Well, no, there's one day I didn't love so much.

But other than that, I fucking loved it.

What was that day?

Man, I started to get a little chafe, like my inner thighs started getting chafed, right?

And I knew I needed like Vaseline or something to walk during the day so I wouldn't get chafed.

I didn't want to go to the medic because the thing is, as you go to the medic, you're automatically out.

That's what guys think.

So like, I didn't want to go to the medic.

So finally, one night...