Maximus stepped out into the fresh morning air in full armor an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth his helmet clipped to his waist, His rifle strapped to his back. It was a good day for training and Maximus was in a hurry to get started with his new unit. It was just a shame there were no battles going on to jump right into.
Jogging the two miles to the obstacle course where his new Troopers were waiting Maximus sang a little tune to himself the cigar hanging on in his mouth for dear life. When he arrived he saw a gaggle of sorry excuses for soldiers standing around in PT gear. Maximus shook his head.
"What kind of formation is this...........you call this a formation?"
The soldiers turned quickly some of them noticeably jumping at the sound of him yelling.
"What a sorry bunch of soldiers I see if front of me a column of two now." "Move it troopers we don't have all day." "What are you waiting on Christmas." "MOVE YOUR BACK SIDES."
Once they were assembled Maximus paced up and down the line looking at them critiquing every aspect of their appearance and expression. After a few minutes Maximus squared himself in front of them.
"Blood, Sweat, and tears." "You will find plenty of blood, sweat, and tears here gentlemen if you can even be called gentlemen." "Today we run the obstacle course and we will run it until every last man and woman here can complete this course in full combat gear as a unit."
Maximus let that sink in for a few minutes before finishing.
"You go into combat in armor and you will train in armor here." "I will run you until you puke, until you can't run anymore." "I will make you hard, I will make you fearless, and you will hate me." "I will make you hate me but by the end of this training cycle you will be ready to take the fight to the enemy." "To keep going when all others can't."
Maximus smiles.
"You have exactly 15 minutes to be in full armor weapon included and be back here to run this course."
"MOVE."
Jogging the two miles to the obstacle course where his new Troopers were waiting Maximus sang a little tune to himself the cigar hanging on in his mouth for dear life. When he arrived he saw a gaggle of sorry excuses for soldiers standing around in PT gear. Maximus shook his head.
"What kind of formation is this...........you call this a formation?"
The soldiers turned quickly some of them noticeably jumping at the sound of him yelling.
"What a sorry bunch of soldiers I see if front of me a column of two now." "Move it troopers we don't have all day." "What are you waiting on Christmas." "MOVE YOUR BACK SIDES."
Once they were assembled Maximus paced up and down the line looking at them critiquing every aspect of their appearance and expression. After a few minutes Maximus squared himself in front of them.
"Blood, Sweat, and tears." "You will find plenty of blood, sweat, and tears here gentlemen if you can even be called gentlemen." "Today we run the obstacle course and we will run it until every last man and woman here can complete this course in full combat gear as a unit."
Maximus let that sink in for a few minutes before finishing.
"You go into combat in armor and you will train in armor here." "I will run you until you puke, until you can't run anymore." "I will make you hard, I will make you fearless, and you will hate me." "I will make you hate me but by the end of this training cycle you will be ready to take the fight to the enemy." "To keep going when all others can't."
Maximus smiles.
"You have exactly 15 minutes to be in full armor weapon included and be back here to run this course."
"MOVE."