They shipped the evolution out to 2 exits past BFE yesterday for training at another base. 6 hour van ride with instructors and his teammates. Got there and immediately found a pool to start "beating" (i.e. training) on them again. An hour in they said if anyone could beat the new instructor in a swimming race, the day's training would be over. SOBW was "volunteered" by the team. Little did they know that he swam competitively through high school at state level and almost national level. Needless to say, they kicked off early yesterday. I told him to enjoy his last meal, because tomorrow they were going to beat them into the ground for showing up the instructor. His response was that hibachi wasn't a bad last meal. Also, all his drinks were on his teammates last night. Fortunately, he had been keyed in that the team should take an "offering" to the instructor. He went over to the instructor's quarters last night bearing gifts of a bottle of Woodford Reserve and a 30-pack of some barley pop. All was forgiven. At least he paid heed to my teaching that "Life's too short to drink bad liquor" and bought a decent bottle. Hopefully the instructor is too hung over today to remember the stripes he took yesterday at the hands of SOBW ** Edited by Burruss Writer at 7/22/2026, 8:47:26 AM