Last night (this early morning) we gained seven new members of our close knit family. This is the highest number of folks earning their R in one night. Nobody quit, and nobody complained. Despite all of the trials you endured, you were smiling and joking with each other until the very end (still no idea what could have made that gigantic turd in the playground...). I tried to find a flaw in their technique, I really did. I was nitpicky and forced attention to detail into their minds and they were triumphant. After thirteen (13!!!) hours and 18 miles of fun, they earned their R with an ear-to-ear grin on their faces. It was beautiful!

You're an inspiration to everyone. You really are. That little red R that you place on your ruck, your flag, or clothing is a testament to your strength, endurance, camaraderie and intellect. You embody the thought that the temporary sting of discipline is far easier to endure than the chronic pain of regret. Well done, regiment class TRX. Welcome to your rightful place among the regiment elite.