it is all about mindset. To not panic.
It was a graduation requirement from the Air Force Academy, since by law at least 65% of each incoming class had to be pilot qualifed (PQ... Vision, no heart murmors).
we had enlisted instructors come down from Fairchild, but we had senior and junior cadets doing most of the instructing. Having a summer leadership position was also a graduation requirement.
I went through in the summer of 91.
The instructors told us once about some Air Force pilot who, supposedly, crash landed in some wilderness like Alaska or Idaho. Once he got the plane stopped, he popped the canopy, climbed out, took like two steps away from the plane, took out his .38 revolver and blew his brains out. There was an active logging road less than a mile from the crash site. Supposedly...
The survival and evasion part, from what I can rember, was all about land nav at night. We had three nights at the end where we were in 3 person teams. We would be at one partisan camp. The partisans would tell us the coordinates of the next partisan camp. We would pull out our map figure out where that next camp was, figure out a compass heading and a pace count. Then the bad guy aggressors would overrun the camp at dusk, and we would high tail it out of there. The lead guy would whip out the lensatic compass and get a heading, picking out a point. The other two guys in the team would keep their own pace counts.
There was one night when we were way WAY! over the pace count, so we thought maybe our heading was off just a bit and we blew right past our next partisan camp. Then we heard some other cadets stomping through the woods. We thought they were aggressors. Then some more cadets. So we were like "psst! You guys way over your pace count too?". Then we got a reply back "Yeah, you too?"
Anywhooo... It got real dark and cold out there at night in the mountains of Colorado. It seemed like they gave us plenty of time to get from A to B. Naturally, we would hole up and take a break and fall asleep. The shivering would be so bad we would wake up. Then we would get moving again which would warm us up.
The resistance part, meh, I don't feel like talking about that too much.
EDIT: i forgot to mention just how much food was on our minds the whole time. We would be in our 3 man teams holed up somewhere and be whispering back and forth what we were going to eat first when we got back.
We also absolutely stunk! Since it was right after desert storm/shield we didn't have any helicopter assets to fly us out of the mountains and back to the campus. We had to catch a grey hound style bus. I took the three steps up into the bus and about gagged!
one of my canteens/canteen covers went missing while I napped on the way back. When went to turn our stuff in, I reported it missing and got dinged with a "5/5/Y", 5 demerits, 5 hours of tours , and restricted to the campus until I completed the tours. A tour is something available only on the weekends. You march around on the campus in your service dress, service cap, chin strap down, white gloves, and an M1 Garand rifle. Yeah, five hours of marching with a Garand at either left shoulder or right shoulder arms.
EDIT #2: i have intentionally left out some details above.