|No sweat! Eeeeasy march! Yeah, right.|
On their best days people who've come up on this site could not finish that hump. It's one thing to step off; quite another to finish. Those Marines have likely been up since 0300 drawing weapons from the armory. They probably stepped off at 0500-0600 and they've been walking all morning long. They'll finish around 1400 thereabouts; depending on how many miles they're going for.
They will then dispatch runners to the 7-day store for cold beers. They'll sit on the catwalks of the barracks cleaning weapons until about 1800-1900 when they're told to drag their tired asses down to the armory and turn in weapons and optics. Keep in mind that we're not allowed to shower or technically go into our rooms until the armory calls the Company Commander with thumbs up on the weapons count.
The Company CO will then notify the Battalion Commander that his sight count is up. Once all the company sight counts are up and correct THEN we're allowed into our rooms for recovery.
The showers in our barracks were constructed deliberately larger so that we can, in full gear, get in'em so we can take the gear off, and clean it. After the gear is hung to dry on the rails of the catwalks we will begin playing the Formation Game: This rollicking event will likely last until 2000 or TBD.
At any rate, the best part of the whole thing is finishing, and drinking cold beer while cleaning weapons and optics. That's where, aside from shared suffering at the hands of a psychotic platoon sergeant, the small unit comes together. That's where you get to know your mates on a personal level. It's how come when you go to a funeral of one of your own random people and family members come up to you and tell you how much you meant to the deceased and how they feel as though they know you. It's a fucking gut punch and a kick to the groin at the same time.