Kraut783
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Heh..."Ken" rifling through the MRE's ...there's always one.
Case Study: Revolution
- Thread starter Marauder06
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One.... there are more than that.... that's why there are assessments.
After some expected screaming and hazing, which consisted of all manner of calisthenics and some rifle PT, the candidates were given their instructions for the next event.
“Candidates!” exclaimed a man Faith recognized as SPC Spencer, from the first day of assessment. “In front of you, in a small Ziplock bag, you will find one map pen, one military protractor, one stopwatch, and one set of coordinates.” Faith looked down at his feet; the bag did seem to contain what the cadre member described. “When time starts,” the man continued, “you will open the bag, secure your set of coordinates, plot your coordinates on a map, and move out smartly to the land navigation course. You have two hours to find six points and return here to the starting position. What are your questions?” A candidate’s hand shot immediately into the air. Faith noticed with annoyance that it was Ken.
“So… are you going to give us back the stuff you took away the first morning?” Ken asked. SPC Spencer looked at Ken in amusement, then looked back down at his clipboard. “Candidates!” he shouted, “in front of you…” he began, going back through the entire spiel. It was clear that no further instructions would be forthcoming, and no questions would be entertained. The second time Spencer asked if there were any questions, no one raised a hand.
“Good,” Spencer announced. “Since there are no questions, candidates, you may begin!”
“Candidates!” exclaimed a man Faith recognized as SPC Spencer, from the first day of assessment. “In front of you, in a small Ziplock bag, you will find one map pen, one military protractor, one stopwatch, and one set of coordinates.” Faith looked down at his feet; the bag did seem to contain what the cadre member described. “When time starts,” the man continued, “you will open the bag, secure your set of coordinates, plot your coordinates on a map, and move out smartly to the land navigation course. You have two hours to find six points and return here to the starting position. What are your questions?” A candidate’s hand shot immediately into the air. Faith noticed with annoyance that it was Ken.
“So… are you going to give us back the stuff you took away the first morning?” Ken asked. SPC Spencer looked at Ken in amusement, then looked back down at his clipboard. “Candidates!” he shouted, “in front of you…” he began, going back through the entire spiel. It was clear that no further instructions would be forthcoming, and no questions would be entertained. The second time Spencer asked if there were any questions, no one raised a hand.
“Good,” Spencer announced. “Since there are no questions, candidates, you may begin!”
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Hope his map and compass skills are good.
No team work allowed, no talking allowed (they tell you what you can do, not what not to do)
No team work allowed, no talking allowed (they tell you what you can do, not what not to do)
I hope Ken's grid leads him to the exit out of the training area, and away from the next phase of the assessment.
LogDog0402
Verified Military
And....now I'm hooked dammit.
Be patient :wall:... it usually takes 6 or more months for one of these case studies to resolve... kind of like those writing projects where readers toss out ideas to the author.
Mara... when does Chief Rollins reappear?
Less posting, more case study.You just like her because the character she's dating is based on you.
You just like her because the character she's dating is based on you.
Yeah, btw, where is my character? Suddenly this whole case study thing is all about Faith...
Well, "you've gotta have Faith, Faith Faith, you've gotta have Faith, Faith, Faith-a."
Um, wasn't that a bad late 80's song by a convicted Brit sex offender? You would know that song....
You, @surgicalcric , @RB . @Viper1 and... I think I'm forgetting a couple of folks... anyway, all of you SF types are back in the Team Room drinking beer or whatever it is team guys do in their off time. Not to worry though, you'll all be back shortly because it doesn't look think things are going to end well for our intrepid hero...
It was clear that there was no way that any one candidate was going to be able to successfully complete this event on his or her own. No candidate possessed both a map and a compass. Some candidates had neither. But by gathering in pairs or in groups of three, each group would have enough resources to carry out the mission.
Faith and Shannon paired up almost instinctively. In looking at their assigned coordinated, they saw that while their designated points were not exactly the same, they were, for the most part, close enough to make sense for them to be partners. The pair had just settled in to start plotting each of their points on the map when a loud voice asked, “Got room for a three-way over here?” Faith looked up and saw Ken standing there, a slight smile on his face. Faith was deeply annoyed but was on the verge of begrudgingly allowing Ken to join their team when Shannon spoke up. “I think we’re good here, but those two over there can probably use a hand,” she said, indicating two male candidates a few feet away. Rejected, the smile fell away from Ken’s face and he trudged off.
“Thanks,” Faith said after Ken was out of earshot, “I really don’t like that guy.”
“Me, neither,” Shannon agreed.
Faith and Shannon had to plot all of their points on the same map, but they had two different colored pens; blue for her and black for him. Faith knew that it would be hard to tell the colors apart in the dark, so he circled his points. It was almost completely dark when the two of them were satisfied that they had accurately plotted their points, accounted for grid/magnetic angle, and had a good plan for getting all of their points and getting back to the start point before the deadline. While they had worked fast, Faith and Shannon were not the first ones finished. Two other groups of candidates had already departed when Faith and Shannon shouldered their rucks, picked up their rubber M-16s, and took a final azimuth checks.
“Wait,” said Shannon, “the other groups left their rucks here,” she pointed out. Faith looked and saw this was true. “Do you think we should drop rucks? We’ll move a lot faster without them…”
Faith and Shannon paired up almost instinctively. In looking at their assigned coordinated, they saw that while their designated points were not exactly the same, they were, for the most part, close enough to make sense for them to be partners. The pair had just settled in to start plotting each of their points on the map when a loud voice asked, “Got room for a three-way over here?” Faith looked up and saw Ken standing there, a slight smile on his face. Faith was deeply annoyed but was on the verge of begrudgingly allowing Ken to join their team when Shannon spoke up. “I think we’re good here, but those two over there can probably use a hand,” she said, indicating two male candidates a few feet away. Rejected, the smile fell away from Ken’s face and he trudged off.
“Thanks,” Faith said after Ken was out of earshot, “I really don’t like that guy.”
“Me, neither,” Shannon agreed.
Faith and Shannon had to plot all of their points on the same map, but they had two different colored pens; blue for her and black for him. Faith knew that it would be hard to tell the colors apart in the dark, so he circled his points. It was almost completely dark when the two of them were satisfied that they had accurately plotted their points, accounted for grid/magnetic angle, and had a good plan for getting all of their points and getting back to the start point before the deadline. While they had worked fast, Faith and Shannon were not the first ones finished. Two other groups of candidates had already departed when Faith and Shannon shouldered their rucks, picked up their rubber M-16s, and took a final azimuth checks.
“Wait,” said Shannon, “the other groups left their rucks here,” she pointed out. Faith looked and saw this was true. “Do you think we should drop rucks? We’ll move a lot faster without them…”
Oh, boy. Someone's shit is about to get sifted through, tossed, or what have you.
policemedic
Verified SWAT
Don't be late, light or lost young Captain.
LogDog0402
Verified Military
I say rat fuck Ken's pack then do land nav.
Leave it and lose it... carry it and you have what you need... the tick sucks, but the tick can be your lifeline in an emergency.
Faith looked around. There was not a cadre member in sight. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I know they didn’t tell us we had to take this stuff with us, but I’m not sure we should leave it here unattended. These rucks aren’t very heavy, and it’s dark as hell so we probably won’t be going that fast anyway. And besides, our rucks have our chow in them,” he added, smiling.
“You’re right,” Shannon admitted, “My friends who have done other assessments in the past always told me, ‘don’t be late, last, lost, or light.' I just hate carrying this… great green tick,” she said as she heaved her own ruck onto her back and the two headed off to find their points.
While Shannon didn’t seem to care for her ruck, Faith absolutely loved his. It was a standard extra-large issued rucksack that had been his since his freshman year of ROTC, and his father’s before that. Faith had modified it slightly, giving it a few extra pockets and some additional padding on the shoulder straps and the waist belt. He had had it for so long, and worn it so often, it seemed like just another part of him when he had it on. He cinched down the shoulder straps and fastened the waist belt, and felt ready for this next challenge.
As the two moved across the parking lot and into the woodline, Faith noticed something unusual about his rucksack. A corner of something hard was causing a portion of his ruck to protrude into his back. His ruck also felt a lot heavier than he remembered.
“Hold on a second,” he said to Shannon as they crossed into the woodline. Shannon, on pace count, took out a small piece of paper and with the help of a tiny red-lens light wrote down a number so they wouldn’t lose count during this break.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Maybe nothing,” Faith said, clipping the compass to his web gear and opening up his ruck.
“Those sneaky bastards!” Faith exclaimed, pulling a large round rock from inside his pack. It took both hands for him to lift it out. He dropped it to the ground, where it fell with a thud. Seeing this, Shannon dropped her ruck and pulled out an even larger rock. Both of them laughed.
“Let’s make a note of where we dropped these and put them back in our rucks when we’re done,” she suggested. “The cadre probably put these in here for a reason.” Faith said he thought that was a great idea. Feeling much lighter, and very clever, the two re-checked their azimuth and moved out to start collecting points.
“You’re right,” Shannon admitted, “My friends who have done other assessments in the past always told me, ‘don’t be late, last, lost, or light.' I just hate carrying this… great green tick,” she said as she heaved her own ruck onto her back and the two headed off to find their points.
While Shannon didn’t seem to care for her ruck, Faith absolutely loved his. It was a standard extra-large issued rucksack that had been his since his freshman year of ROTC, and his father’s before that. Faith had modified it slightly, giving it a few extra pockets and some additional padding on the shoulder straps and the waist belt. He had had it for so long, and worn it so often, it seemed like just another part of him when he had it on. He cinched down the shoulder straps and fastened the waist belt, and felt ready for this next challenge.
As the two moved across the parking lot and into the woodline, Faith noticed something unusual about his rucksack. A corner of something hard was causing a portion of his ruck to protrude into his back. His ruck also felt a lot heavier than he remembered.
“Hold on a second,” he said to Shannon as they crossed into the woodline. Shannon, on pace count, took out a small piece of paper and with the help of a tiny red-lens light wrote down a number so they wouldn’t lose count during this break.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Maybe nothing,” Faith said, clipping the compass to his web gear and opening up his ruck.
“Those sneaky bastards!” Faith exclaimed, pulling a large round rock from inside his pack. It took both hands for him to lift it out. He dropped it to the ground, where it fell with a thud. Seeing this, Shannon dropped her ruck and pulled out an even larger rock. Both of them laughed.
“Let’s make a note of where we dropped these and put them back in our rucks when we’re done,” she suggested. “The cadre probably put these in here for a reason.” Faith said he thought that was a great idea. Feeling much lighter, and very clever, the two re-checked their azimuth and moved out to start collecting points.
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