So they continued yelling at us until we got to our unit and then rushed us off the bus. We had to run to our platoon (numbers 1-4). We spent the entire day getting smoked(exercises) and yelled at. The yelling didn’t bother me. My dad was scarier than all the DS’s combined. When you don’t give them a reaction, they move on to someone else. Do not cry! They will eat you up if you do. It was sort of comical seeing some grown men cry.