Warning! This is a true story of a Navy boot camp experience. The language has been toned down to protect the guilty.

I stood looking Fear in the face. Fear with a capitol F–E–A-R, complete with a body and personality all it’s horrible own. The name of that particular fear is Water. Looking at it makes me want to run under a hot shower and stay there for the rest of my life. That tower at the deep end of the pool – how high did they say it is? 50 feet? 50 infinite feet above 18 deadly feet of ice blue water and I’m supposed to climb that tower and jump into that water? I dunno Ch...