“Hey you should come out and do this custom GORUCK Light in Charleston.” – Keith Borg
I’ve never been to South Carolina and pretty sure it was never on my radar of places to visit but man is it a nice place. Except for the mosquitoes. Everything was so damned green out there. Trees everywhere and not just open and flat like it is here in the DFW area. He takes me on a tour through Charleston and I recognize some of it from Facestalking a custom Heavy they did where they dropped the flag at the beginning and then got smoked for like 4 hours. It’s always fun when it’s not you I suppose.
So the event was a fundraiser for Task Force Dagger and at the start of the Light, some of those guys from their HQ came out and talked about their mission and how they assist veterans and veteran families with flights, gas money or groceries or damned near anything they need. Then the welcome party started. We had to do push ups, flutter kicks and then run 100 yards out and back several times and I was ready to quit because I’d rather just drink beer and shadow if I’m being honest. All in all it was a fun welcome party where again, no one ever feels welcomed. Actually brings up a point I’ve wanted to make, has anyone actually been in a welcome party and after they finished it they were like “hell yeah, I belong here!”? One cool thing is that Phil taught us how to control yourself when doing Halo jumping so we paid $120 for a Light and got Halo qualified. The best value in GORUCK bar none.
After this we got to play freeze tag. There were no boundaries and what we had to do was put one ruck down on each end of the newly created field and get it across the halfway point. This was one of the most fun games I’ve ever had the chance to play at an event. Now, since most of us were strangers we didn’t know how to distinguish teammates (who can you freeze, who can you unfreeze by crawling through their legs) so I was adamant about being shirtless. I imagine anyone reading this blog has seen my physique so they’d be puzzled as to why I’d want to go shirtless but fuck it. Embrace it. So I went shirtless. Jimmie went shirtless. A couple of other guys went shirtless and I still had no idea who was on my team. It took like 20 minutes but our team finally emerged victorious. Our prize was more PT in the surf. Yeah! WINNING!
After that, we started rucking back to the start point but I saw some of the shadow vehicles so I was hoping for the GORUCK bus to pick us up and take us home and you know, it fucking did! We got back to CrossFit James Island and had a sweet ass post-event ruckoff. All the beers and all the food was consumed and the cadre and some of the other guys gave us a War Stories and Free Beer.
They also talked about the struggle with PTSD and how soldiers would compare injuries. One guy would get blown up and another guy would get a concussion and he wouldn’t feel like his injury was worth reporting because well, the other guy got blown up. I didn’t know that was a thing but I can totally see it and that’s why they need these organizations like Task Force Dagger or the Green Beret Foundation, to help and let them know it’s OK to ask for help.
It was a fun trip and Charleston is a great town. I might have to go back. Great people there.