Taken from
One of Us by Jack Ruppert pg 62-63:
E-mail from male TBS second lieutenant to OSO about SULE II:
"As with most exercises at OCS, the less one participated and the less enthusiastic one was in tackling the challenges, the more painful SULE II became... Our platoon was strong and this made things much less painful than they could have been.
We returned from a 24-hour liberty at 1600 Sunday afternoon, went to chow, and then hit the rack at 2000. For the most part, the mood was one of excitement and anticipation, rather than one of dread. The lights went on at 0100 and we fell out with full packs for our night hump... This was to be an 10-mile affair and, although not as difficult as the previous 11 and 15-mile humps, it was crazy shuffling along in almost total darkness. The only thin gi could see was a faint hint of the white nametape [on the back] of the guy ahead of me. We had to rely more on sound than on sight to stay aligned...I found myself able to take 30 second catnaps here and there during teh straighter parts of the hump while keeping my left hand on the pack of the candidate ahead of me. Other candidates had problems, one falling and losing his rifle in the woods. The entire company was halted for a good twenty minutes while the staff doubled back to look for (and find) the weapon... Sleep was definately at a premium. Any opportunity I had to shut my eyes for any length of time, i took advantage of. Luckily, as I said, we had a good platoon that worked well together. Because of this the squad operations were superb. With few exceptions, we moved quickly and well during each movement and, as a result, generally had about an hour of wait time between each movement. This wait time equaled sleep time for us candidates...
The hardest parts were the LRC runs. These consisted of running in fire teams from the top of Fartlek Hill down to the LRC area. There we would complete an LRC exercise and then run back to Fartlek Hill on an elongated route over very hilly terrain. The LRC exercise itself took ten minutes, with around five more minutes of wait time. The kicker was that the entire run, totalling a good six miles, had to be compelted in a total of forty minutes or less by the entire fire team, running in full combat gear. I was in a good, motivated fire time and, even in our worst run (we did the six miles four times) we managed to finish with a good four minutes to spare.
Day Three was the worst. Nothing too physically strenuous in its own right but by then everyon was so beat up that it all hurt...Finally, the hcoppers came and whisked us away to TBS. The ride was ten minutes of fun but then we were back on the ground again, preparing to run the TBS 'washboard,' one-and-a-half miles of steep, hilly terrain, with two 80 pound ammunition crates per squad. When we were done with that, we ran the TBS NATO obstable course, still with the ammo crates, and I refelcted that it would be fun to run if I were more coherrent and my legs would stop throbbing.
Everyone was so focused on the NATO course, which we'd been told was our last event, that no one noticed the platoons ahead of us RUNNING away afterwards. For me, this was the kill. I'd given it all I had. but when the NATO course ended I was beat and didn't want to go any further. Still, the staff formed us up into platton formation, right faced us, and gave the command. 'Double time! March!' I was horrified. I started to hobble ahead, putting one leg in front of the other, waving the candidates behind me past. then i heard Sergeant [name] single me out. 'You gotta be ****ting me, [name]!' And so, somewhere I found the strength to pick it up. It couldn't have been more than a mile over to TBS but it was one of the longest miles I'd ever run. Finally, we were there, looking nasty as hell, and after a short breif by the CO of TBS, we hit the chow hall. And then, it was all better."
Ryan Von Rembow
PLC 186-C candidate