How I Didn’t Starve to Death at West Point, Part 1: R-Day - Miami Creation Myth
“You’re not starving to death,” explained the 22-year-old medic gripping my ankle. “You’re just starving.”| Miami Creation Myth
My parents were shocked when they saw me remerge from the barracks. I was pallid, rail-thin, and wobbly. The post How I Didn’t Starve to Death at West Point, Part 5: Reorgy Week appeared first on Miami Creation Myth.| Miami Creation Myth
The Army takes everything you loved as a child and makes it awful. That's how it turns hiking into its dirty, brutish cousin: rucking. The post How I Didn’t Starve to Death at West Point, Part 4: The Field appeared first on Miami Creation Myth.| Miami Creation Myth
And we’ve come to starvation. Healthy, athletic male college freshmen in industrialized countries tend not to weigh 113 pounds. The post How I Didn’t Starve to Death at West Point, Part 3: Food & Sleep appeared first on Miami Creation Myth.| Miami Creation Myth
Forget whatever bullshit frat boy version of hazing you have in your head. West Point hazing circa 2005 was a creature completely apart. The post How I Didn’t Starve to Death at West Point, Part 2: Hazing & Marching appeared first on Miami Creation Myth.| Miami Creation Myth
“You’re not starving to death,” explained the 22-year-old medic gripping my ankle. “You’re just starving.”| Miami Creation Myth
When a Cuban immigrant was kidnapped and separated from her nursing child, her community rose in righteous anger to do absolutely nothing.| Miami Creation Myth
When they go low, we satirists must wantonly slam our heads into the ground until we tunnel to the other side of the planet. The post The Difficulty of Satirizing MAGA appeared first on Miami Creation Myth.| Miami Creation Myth
I made it, everyone! The Dirty Thirty. The Double Quinceañera. 30,000 pounds of trash.| Miami Creation Myth
Even when injured, dehydrated, moments from heat stroke, one wish kept me from collapsing into the mud forever: selling shirts to papi chulos.| Miami Creation Myth
“I’m the Secretary of State!” yelled a short, tubby man with a Miami accent. He shook his bars as the dozen other people in his cell grinned.| Miami Creation Myth
