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Maybe it was the joint-pounding ruck march — but it also could’ve been the STX lanes, the stress shoot, or the obstacle course.
It was probably whichever event you were in when that massive blister on your foot finally popped, allowing the sweat soaking your socks to start oozing into the wound, but you can’t even remember when that happened anymore.
Oh well. You’re already at max capacity, so you might as well ruck up and move out. This is what you signed up for.