By Pickle
Steve takes the winch’s control in hand and with a short “whirrrr” has me a few inches off the floor. Just enough for the 200 pounds on the bar to pull my body apart a little and put some real pressure on my wrists and hands. I wondered if he was going to leave me this close to the ground for the whole first round.
“It’s kinda like when you lose a tooth and you can’t keep yer tongue away from the empty space, huh Dill? When a guy’s toes are this close to the ground, he can’t help but try to reach it with his toes. Even when you know that, with the psychological effect of nearly being able to touch it, you just can’t help yourself. Isn’t that right, Pickle? Real waste of energy though soldier! ‘Conserve energy.’ That’s one of the first lessons ya learn when you’re put through SERE Training, Dilly boy.” He added a sneer to the “Dilly boy” that time, in a way that I knew he was going to make me pay for calling him an “ass-wipe.”