Kadena Years - Every hour at Kadena is like doing seven hours of push-ups.

Every hour at Kadena is like doing seven hours of push-ups. Your body screams, your brain quits, and your spirit gets tossed out the window.

I walked into Kadena a man. I walked out a zombie with a broken spirit and a sore back.

I’ve been here three weeks and I feel like I’ve been here for twenty-one. My legs are on strike.

This place ages you like a bad relationship. You’re older and worse off.