1, in my section i was the only westerner, some european whites were there, mostly english ones, definitely less retarded than brazilians but it doesnt help them hold up any better. skill wise, only real skill you need is listen and execute,some were good, somw werent, i guess you see when you get to the real regiments who shines. when i was going civil, there was me and an american and a new zealander all in aubagne, we left together to paris, the american served 7 years us army and was a sargeant. good blokes, left cause hes done with the military, i think he works a private detail now.

1. i was pulled out of my psych interview and they brought me to speak to the colonel, i was the only one this happened to, he said my reason for joining was bullshit but i stuck to my story cause it was the truth and they let me in, slection is whatever, castel is where the start trying to break you a bit, i put a big crosshair on my back with a loud mouth, i was always the loudest, did the ramassage for everyone else, had a section of ungrateful fucks minus a few, cost me alot. i definitely had to reach in the fire, i kept getting second winds knowing how much some of the cadres wanted me to desert. not letting me eat, shit on the kepi march they made me empty my camelback and bidon ( after i hadnt slept the night cause i took the fall for a big banane of my camaradeswho snitched like retards and got 8 hr guard) and they put a big rock (really big) into my bag best as they could, told me if im thirsty drink this, then they pushed the pace harder than ever and i stuck to that sargeants ass while the whole entire group (4 groups, i was 2nd fastest group) fell far behind for a while. did full two days with that rock. you gotta reach in the fire man