Training the Best

Alpha company has recently entered battle with the Flu. Despite the Navy's valiant efforts to protect us with their wonderful flu mist, the flu has breached the perimeter and is picking us off one by one.
Like any thinking enemy, it got our student company commander first on Monday night. A friend of mine, he was not well. Throwing up and diarrhea all night long, it was not pretty. I actually woke up Tuesday not feeling 100%, but nothing like him. I learned I was one of three in our platoon not feeling well that day.
As the day progressed, the symptoms got worse. This wouldn't be so bad if we weren't doing land nav that day (Tuesday). Land nav at TBS is almost a PT event. They space your points so far apart that you have to run from one point to the next to get all of them. I was in no shape to do that. As I was trying to orient myself at a stream intersection which I would use to find my second of six boxes, the day got worse. My headache was roring full strength, my whole body hurt, and I was getting chills from the fever. That lovely flu delirium had set in as well. Orienting my map, which should take ten seconds, took me ten minutes. I was just about to give up, but I have developed a reputation as a good land nav guy and I didn't want to fail this event.
I decided that I would shorten my day by going box to box instead of running to attack points (road intersections and stream intersections that are easily identified on the map which are used to make sure you are where you think you are before attempting to navigate to your point). This can be dangerous because if you get one box wrong, all of the rest will be wrong if you find anything at all. I took the chance, I didn't have the energy to go any further.
I actually did find all six points I was assigned, which was better than 14 of my platoon mates who didn't find the minimum four. Unfortunately, that meant I had to go to remedial land nav on Saturday to help one of those 14. It's like being punished for doing well. I love the chance to help someone with something they are having difficulty with, but the weekend is a big deal here. Cutting into my Saturday takes a huge chunk out of my weekend. We have to be in the classroom by 0630, so I can't do much Friday night and then we don't get released until about 1130. By the time you clean up and get ready to go, it's afternoon.
The flu has continued to ravage the platoon as the week has gone on, my room mate is the latest victim. I'm hoping this is the last round of this crap, it's not fun.