It could always be worse… words that many of us know to be very, very true. If you’ve ever attempted a GORUCK event you know for a fact that it can always be worse… which brings to my “it could always be worse” story.
The first GORUCK event I ever did was class 053 in Seattle. We were out on Alki (pronounced Alk-I not Alkey) Beach and had just gotten out of the water. Cadre Brian instructed us to find a log… a big enough one and if we didn’t know what that meant he’d choose one for us. We found a log that was plenty big for the 15 (or was it 17) of us… but no one knew how to pick it up. This was our “it could always be worse” moment as we struggled numerous times to get it up in the air. We finally got it up and were able to move it maybe 20 feet before setting it down. I’m sure it was a sight for sore eyes… we were fumbling pretty bad and no one really knew what to do. At that point we definitely didn’t think it could get any worse but the Cadre knew it could. We were resting with this log after maybe carrying it for 5 minutes and he was not pleased. He looked at us, looked at the log, and said that’s it… you’ve just lost strap privileges. For the next 20 minutes we picked up and carried the log with everyone only using one arm. It was excruciating but we realized that it was doable. We actually had a halfway decent system down until we finally got our straps back. I tell you carrying that log with two arms was so much easier was so much easier than one arm on the log and the other holding the ruck.
We didn’t think it could get any worse than carrying a log but low and behold it can. This patch is a great reminder to always be thankful for something because it can ALWAYS be worse.