I couldn’t keep up much longer, my breaths were heavy and snot was running down my nose. I stop, hands on my knees, panting. I had to keep running or our platoon sergeant would get in our face and we would get chewed out. I’m jogging and it hasn't gotten any better, as i'm struggling to keep the pace up, my drill sergeant comes from behind me and starts yelling in my ear, “DON’T YOU WANT TO GRADUATE PRIVATE!”. I winced, and kept my head down as I try and keep my legs running. He was still there yelling nonsense at me. I had enough, at an impulse for him to get off my back, I yelled at the top of my lungs, “I DON’T GIVE A F***!” and picked up my pace. In that very moment I had violated his behavior expectations on how soldiers were supposed
