I was teaching some special forces guys how to mountain climb. It was an easy gig for me, a baby soldier. We watched the news on an old-school TV in the ranger (as in, park ranger) station. The mood of these guys switched from jovial to downright dangerous. They were looking to go kill somebody.
A week later I got roped into (pun intended) teaching them how to ride horses and shoot from horseback (and to do things like shoeing a horse on the trail and care and feeding of horses). They sucked. It’s a hard skill. Horses do not like loud noises coming from their back.
~ Three months later I got moved units at the direction of their CO and went with them, as a “climbing specialist,” which I think was a made-up title. I made them mountain cowboys. They made me a soldier.