There was a 40-something 1SG in class 9-92, who graduated in 10-92. He was pretty much burnt toast physically after RAP and Darby, since he was the obvious choice for student PSG, and he got fucked with - hard. I can't remember his name, but I do recall that by the time we got to Florida, he was giving away chow to anyone who would help him carry his shit, so he could walk with and empty ruck and not feel like a shitbag, and not get peered. But he was shit-hot on patrols and did more than his fair share. I suspect it took quite a toll on him, as he looked like a Bataan survivor by the time we got back to Benning.
MSG, U.S. Army, 1987-2007