For an entire week, Anthony and the recruits endured this unrelenting torture, their bodies and minds pushed to their absolute limits.
Many withstood the pain.
Many lost consciousness.
Many had their minds fractured, their resolve splintering under the immense pressure.
And many saw their wills crumble, shattered beyond recognition.
But even so, they stood.
They rose again, time and time again, despite the overwhelming agony that threatened to break them.
They pushed forward without hesitation, without faltering.
And though their progress was often measured in the smallest increments, it was still progress, an undeniable testament to their endurance.
Every step forward, no matter how minute, was a victory in itself.
"This week marks your final training in the military"
Corporal Samuel declared, his voice carrying a finality that resonated through the air.
"After this week, you will no longer need to endure any more drills"
