The fear of "RECYCLING"
We had some troops in the company that had been recycled and and theirs were pitiful tales. A few had been recycled multiple times.
Toward the end of basic, I hurt my leg. Don't remember how, but I became fearful of the mile run in the final test. I didn't know how it would hold up. I ran track in school, but hurt is hurt.
I ended up running that mile with sort of a hop and a skip very exaggerated limp except I was running fairly fast. Many people turned to see, but I made the time easily. That was a good feeling. To overcome the obstacle.
To not have to be RECYCLED.
Recognized? By Whom?
- "In The Shadow of Z'Ha'Dum"