Growing Pains
From the emotional pain and immaturity of the past, to the physical pain of pre-ranger school, I realize how blessed I really am. 15 days of complete hell start with getting out of bed at three thirty in the morning, followed by an 8-10 mile ruck march, constant smoke sessions (hours of physical torment as ranger instructors tell you how worthless you are), adventures through the woods, tactical maneuvers, and to top it off, no food. Life is grand! Thinking back, I remember Mom and Dad telling me not to worry, that today was going to be the greatest day of my life! Who would've thought they actually knew what they were talking about. I can finally say I love what I do everyday. By the way, that's my Peño in the previous picture. Once again, not Keli's baby!
-Alton O. Moore
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