The Phanatic Magazine
For me, this was no ordinary camp.
No bug juice, long hikes or S’mores by a log fire. But what it was was certainly an experience which caught me off-guard.
The trek to Bethlehem, Pa. on Friday began with a 5:00 a.m. wake-up, a 6:00 a.m. drive and a 7:30 a.m. arrival simply to watch a group of 80-plus men go through monotonous, regimented drills, go away for four hours, come back and then go through a robotic session once more. More >>
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