I'm sure one of my sisters had a trick for keeping buttons on clothes. Something to do with a match? Wish I had my phone so I could ask her, because sewing buttons isn't something I've done a lot of. Ripping them off, sure. Though never as comprehensively as today.

Where the hell did I find twelve buttons to tear? And why is it taking so long to put them back? At the rate I'm going, it will be breakfast time before I'm done.

Still, our first acquaintance with the assault course wasn't nearly as scary as I'd thought it would be. Yes, it's crazy. Yes, we all came out with bruises. Yes, we were made to do it one too many times… but still… we all got through it.

In my case without buttons left on my uniform, but in an acceptable time. And apparently, I now have two weeks left to improve on that performance.

Right.

Somebody needs to think about uniforms that fasten with velcro.