The camp I was assigned to was one where only the most gifted and talented soldiers went. It was called Camp Glory, but there was a second nickname for it: Camp Gory.
While it sounds silly, that name was no joke.
As I'm sure you're aware by now, if even a single splotch of the Scourge's black ooze touches you, you're dead.
Therefore, a soldier had to wear armor from head to toe, with a skintight leather and cloth bodysuit under it.
It was by no means comfortable. During the hot months, it was downright unbearable.
So, other than simple combat training, the focal point of the camp was learning to adjust to wearing that awful armor every second of the day.
If you had to go to the bathroom, you were taught to piss your pants. Same for defecation.
Either that, or you had to risk taking off your armor.
