Selection AAR: Eric Kling


Selection 002: After Action Review (AAR)
Cadre: Dan, Lou, Garrett, Silver, Carlos, Jason, Devin, Chris don’t call him Donnie he hates that
Post AuthorEric Kling, the only finisher

(First off, the Cadre are CRAZY!!  Sharks, pack of wolves, whatever you want to call them, they are NOT normal!!)

Selection wasn’t going to be a Challenge, this I knew. After Class 000 I knew that Selection was going to be for more intense than I had thought when I signed up.  When training for Challenges, you roughly know what you’re getting into (mileage, distance, teamwork, etc). All I knew was to expect at least 48 hours of Hell.  So I thought about that.  I thought about Selection everyday.  I thought about hurting, screaming Cadre, quitting, others quitting, and persevering.  I thought about these things every day.  I grew a beard. I KNEW that I had to have the most badass beard I’d ever had because Selection was going to be the toughest thing I’d ever done! I called it my tactical beard and its sole purpose was assisting me in surviving Selection.  It was a great beard (just ask Chris).

I wasn’t sure what the Cadre had in store for us to kick of 002 but I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.  It sucked.  Immediately I regretted my decision. “Why are you doing this??  Why are you here??  You’ve done multiple Challenges!! What are you trying to prove?? This sucks dude!!”  My brain said all these things to me.  And then I told it to STFU because we weren’t going home.  We weren’t going to be warm for a long time. This is going to suck.  Get used to it.  The first night was a long one.  So long that I started to wonder if the Cadre controlled the sun.  I remember looking at the horizon, willing the sun to come up.  I was cold, wet, and tired, and needed some warmth.  The sun came up eventually, I think it was around nine or ten am.

It pays to be a winner.  You’ll hear people say it.  You’ll hear the Cadre say it.  It’s a fact.  It was worth the extra effort every time because avoiding the punishment gave me just a little bit of time to recover.  I’ve found that any extra time you have that allows your body to rest and recover before the next evolution will pay dividends.  I didn’t have to be first every time, but I refused to ever be last.

When I found out I was the only one left I was stunned! Cadre Chris had been drilling us hard, and was blasting Petrizzo because he was a split second slower than me. “On your feet! On your belly! Low crawl! High crawl!!” Chris was relentless!! We were told to high crawl back into the water, and I was laying in the surf when I heard the Cadre tell me to stand up and turn around. Chris shined his flash light down in the sand and asked “what is this??” He was shining it on the tracks from our high crawls. One set went to the water, one did not. I looked at Chris and said “where did he go?”
I was really surprised when Petrizzo dropped. Kovac, Petrizzo and I talked on the march back from the zodiac about how there were three of us left (I think we were thinking about the three from 001) and we could make it. We’d stay together and push through the last 24 hours! It hurt to watch Kovac fall. That guy is awesome, and to see him in the sand, that sucked. I thought Petrizzo still had some gas in his tank, it felt like we were together for most of the stuff after Kovac left. I was definitely surprised to turn around and see no one but Chris standing on the beach.

The second night was rough, not as cold as the first, but it was still a rough night for me.  Exhaustion, hunger, sleep deprivation all took a toll.  I was a mess and I knew it.  I also knew there was nothing I could do so I kept pressing forward.  Left foot right foot, left foot right foot.  Keep pushing. I was asleep on my feet.  At one point I was told to run down the beach and report to the next Cadre.  I had slowed to a walk and was out of it.  I opened my eyes to find I had turned left and was walking toward the water.  That messed with my head a little.  I KNEW that I was out of it, and couldn’t do anything about it.  Left foot, right foot.

Sunrise was nice.  While mentally preparing for Selection I thought about it as four sections of a course.  The sunrise on Saturday let me know that I was entering the last section.  I was happy.  And then Dan said lets go for a walk.  I was tired and sore and my legs were destroyed.  Walking was a task.  My lower legs were cramped and swollen in ways I’ve never felt.  Sand and chafing were an issue.  I had sand in places that don’t see the sun, and that was REALLY uncomfortable.  My back and traps were worn out.  But I was on the last day, so I went for a walk with Dan.  It was a long walk.  I read Dan’s write-up about Selection, I knew that I had to take care of my feet.  I brought socks, lots of socks, and changed them when I thought best.  Even with strategic sock changing my feet were still worn out.  The long walk was tiring and monotonous.  I don’t remember a lot of specifics, just that the beach seemed never-ending.  I guess it was meant to grind me down, and it did.

The sight of all the Cadre gathered on the beach in front of the team house was such a welcome sight!!  I smiled inside, a few hundred yards and I was finished!  A few hundred yards and I could take off my GR2!  A few hundred yards and it would be dinnertime!!  I was wrong.  It almost seems comical now, did I really think the Cadre would just give me a high five at the end of this walk and say “good job 009!”??  Under promise, over deliver.  The Cadre delivered alright.  That last hour and change of Selection was insane.  Sand. Water. Up. Down. Cadre, Cadre EVERYWHERE. Repeat. Faster 009!!  HTFU 009!!

I was OK with being alone against the Seven Psychos!! Looking back it might have been nice to have someone there to distract the Cadre. But then, in the sand, I knew I could carry the burden. I knew I would survive. I focused on the task at hand, whatever it was, and just tried to push forward.  Now, when it was all Seven, and Devin showed up (thanks buddy), at the end of the Long Walk, THAT was nuts!! It was overwhelming, as if nothing I was doing was good enough or fast enough! Eight of the baddest dudes on the planet screaming at you, man that was intense!

They made me fight for it until the end.  And the end was awesome!  It was so great to put my GR2 on the deck for the last time!  The light shining on the American flag, the other Selectees, the Cadre smiling and not screaming at me anymore, man it was a good feeling.

I was asked what I thought about during Selection, what kept me going.  I thought about my family and friends at home and that there was no way that I could return to them without the Selection patch in my hand.  I had trained for this, invested time and money in this.  I had cut out parts of my social life, I significantly cut back on drinking and partying (Hey, I’m a bartender!).  Selection was what I thought about when I woke up and when I went to sleep.  I thought about a conversation in Savannah a few months ago where a friend looked at me and said “don’t quit.”  I thought about all my friends that believed in me, that told me they KNEW I would pass Selection.  There was no way in Hell that I was going to quit.  It was never an option.

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