Suffer in Silence by David Reid

Author:David Reid [Reid, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781429987684
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

INSTRUCTOR REDMAN AND THE rest of the night crew disappeared, and a new gang of instructors took charge. Grey immediately focused on Instructor Logan, the sunflower-seed-spitting goon that had been the bane of his existence during Indoctrination. Logan scratched at his neck and returned Grey’s gaze with an icy stare. The other instructors were a mixture of First Phase staff and a number of sadistic SEALs who took time away from their real jobs to volunteer for Hell Week duty. Logan barked an order, and the class took off at a run.

A fire raged on Grey’s scalp. They were carrying their boats again, and the constant abrasion of it against his head was pulling his hair out. The class hurried across the Silver Strand Boulevard and onto the beach. Having Jackson back was a relief; he didn’t shy from the weight of the boat. Polkowski continued to swear, and Murray kept telling him to shut the hell up. They stopped just outside the BUD/S compound and dropped their boats on the sand.

“What’s this?” Polkowski asked, eyes wide. “Why the rest?”

“Hygiene check,” Grey said. “I’ve heard we get a five-second shower and then an examination by the docs.”

“Sounds good,” Rogers added. “Maybe they’ll rub my feet. I could use a nice foot rub. I swear, nothing’s as good as a nice foot rub.”

Larsen turned to look at him. “Homo.”

Rogers glared back. “What? You in the closet? Come on out, the air’s a lot nicer outside. I’ll even let you rub my feet.”

“You’re fuckin’ weird, sir,” Larsen muttered. “Must be a Princeton thing.”

“Speaking of fucking,” Murray said. “How’s your woman, Mr. Grey? She’s one hell of a piece of ass, you lucky dog.”

Grey shook his head. “Vanessa two-timed me. She’s seeing some old guy up at school.”

“Who’s she boning, her professor?” Murray asked loudly. “I’m sorry to hear that, sir. What a waste! She must be fucking crazy to give you up!”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Grey suggested. But it was too late. The damage was done. He remembered how good it used to feel to wrap his arms around her smooth, warm body. Then he thought of her sleeping with some old-fart lawyer and felt his stomach churn. The eggs were coming up. He could feel it. Pushing his way past his crew, he knelt at the edge of the sand and vomited an acidic stream of eggs, rice, and pound cake.

“It’s that bad, is it?” Rogers asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “You must really love the girl.”

My girlfriend left me, my boat crew is the slowest in the class, and my body is already killing me. Grey cherished the moment of self-pity, then pried himself to his feet, wiped a sandy hand across his mouth, and joined his boat crew.

“Guess what I heard,” Murray said as they fell into line.

“What’s that?” Grey asked weakly.

“I heard that all the cold we’re exposed to this week actually makes the hair on our balls grow faster. You know, extra warmth and all that.

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