One of our instructors, super hard core and really looks it. Half way through a lecture on voice procedure, decided to stop and jack everyone up because we're going into the field and we're all worms. I completely understand why he chose to put a little "attention" into the group, there were about 20 people who were dozy little freaks. (seriously, I'm not saying I was all that good, but at least I wanted to put in effort, it was clear many of them were the coasting types)
He took 5 minutes to explain that we'll be going into his element and that he will eat us. This was after he informed us that we were a bunch of (disparaging word for homosexuals) and then said he didn't care if any of us were actually a (disparaging word for homosexual) he will still slap us straight. Because we're going into where he reigned - one of his big issues was that we needed to keep a tight grip on our kit. I'll admit I was kind of offended but what he was saying, he used vulgar terms for every sex organ I could think of, but I understood the why.
I would have preferred he didn't use the vulgarity he did - but whatever. I liked the emotion, I liked the passion. But what I LOVED was the irony when on the exercise where he was going to eat us, he lost his radio. It was just one of those cheep Canadian tire style ones, (no crypto = no charges). But still, a radio - I felt conflicted between wanting to savour the falling of an impressive figure and a deep sense of loss. ( I think I wanted to idolize him )
