I don't intend to offend my Infantry readers here. But how much can something really mean to me that I had to buy on my own, have a buddy attach to my uniform while we were waiting between Maneuver Center HQ and the parking lot, and that literally every student who could pass a PT test and not get injured "earned" the right to wear? It may mean more to me later, but not right now.
All I have to say about IBOLC (until the next paragraph) is that we didn't know the time of our graduation ceremony until the day before, and it was the wrong time. The post-grad reception was held in an on-post Mexican restaurant that nobody knew the location of, and it turned out that the cadre were also handing out final evals and diplomas there. Can't make this stuff up.
I know more now than I did before IBOLC, though it's a modest amount considering that I was there for the equivalent of a college semester. I want to mention all the important things I didn't learn, but that would almost feel like an OPSEC violation. Suffice it to say that you, my soldiers, and the Taliban would be quite surprised.
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