When I joined the commandos I always had my teddy bear to keep me company throughout basic training. As I got older I had my palm sister to help me ease all the stress. Normally I simply cuddled my teddy bear as I cried myself to sleep. Oh it was so hard and we never had play stations then. Of course with my teddy bear, everyone hazed me. Even worse someone tried to defile it by in act of sexual aggression. So I had to consign poor teddy to the gash bin.
The Royal Marines were very sympathetic, especially my trainers, who were former WW2 Cdos. They simply took care of me, consoled me over my loss and kicked me up the arse.
Believe this and you will believe any crap