It’s 0500, the air is brisk, and there’s a light coating of dew on the grass. It’s a beautiful morning for a six-mile run. Wait a minute. Where the hell is half of the platoon? Sleeping in their beds, or in their car, or at sick call, that’s where.
Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.