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Speed was the main focus when the noncoms lined up for their first day at Camp Toccoa. When they weren’t at attention, they were running, sometimes sprinting. They ran to the mess, they ran to the barracks, they ran to the latrines, they ran Currahee. They wolfed down their meals and threw on their ODs and raced through the showers. Easy Company was a blur.
Once they had mastered speed, Sobel taught them coordination and rhythm. “You must be fast together,” he barked. “Until you people have learned to breathe, blink and bleed at the same time, you are NOTHING!”