Towards the end of last week we all thought we were getting a grasp of Sandhurst, our bodies were now accepting the four or so hours sleep a day and we had started to learn more about each other. Nevertheless, the weeks would carry on their current trajectory and increase in their physically and mentally demanding manner. Our navigation exercises were about to go nocturnal, being out on the area with nothing more than a map and compass was however somewhat liberating. Especially after all the classroom theory based lessons we have had, it was really great to get amongst it all! Our PT sessions have also started to increase. I went to the gym fairly regularly before coming to sandhurst, but the rewarding ache after the daily PT session is far more intense than anything else. We’ve done our circuits and runs, but also have started to move into weighted marches cross country and battle PT, which essentially consists of carrying your friends around a rugby pitch and various different ways. This week we have also passed all of our weapon handling drills, that in conjunction with some basic field craft, communication systems and map and compass, means we are preparing to move out into the field on next tuesday for six days. The culmination of the last few weeks, everything is beginning to come into slot and we are feeling more and more like members of the armed forces each day. We also managed to squeeze in the arms and services displays this week too. This is where the entirety of the army comes to Sandhurst to display what it is they do, this is less about recruitment and more about understanding how the army functions.
As you can understand, this entire week has been a colossal step up from last week, and naturally we expect the same for week four, five, six and so on. But one thing is looming every morning… room inspections! Our company staff are preparing us for the passing off the square on week five, to do this, we must past a very thorough room inspection. Knife, fork and spoon must all be exactly parallel and an inch apart, socks must smile, t-shirts must be folded to an a5 piece of paper, boots shining and our kit with creases which could cut through iron! This week has been very full on indeed, but there is always still time for fun in the lines. As a platoon, we watch with great anticipation the rugby whilst polishing our six pairs of boots and the banter just gets better when the pressure increases. The team is ever strengthening.