Interning here is the hardest... DC pulls no punches... Hell Week involved skinning and gutting all her fish... reloading all the empties... and sleeping under 3 inches of mud! For dinner - we got to eat what we scraped off and out of the fish - while she made Tacos for the other administrators!
The fun part was the 20 mile force runs with full packs and then have to shoot freehand at a quarter at 25 yards with a muzzel loading pistol all while yelling cadences and Rich driving slowly past in his gold A/C equiped Humvee with his Styr Scout rifle on the rack in the back window...
"Supreme authority derives from a mandate from the masses. Not from some farsicle aquatic ceremony."
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
The Critic formerly known as Kodiac
[This message has been edited by George Hill (edited September 11, 1999).]