I'm sitting in the n a small clearing in the woods, waiting for my turn. Today is our Battle Course. I can't tell much about it, suffice to say that it is the culmination test of all the group tactics that we've earned.
The shellscrape digging was hell. By the time I finished, my top was absolutely soaked with my sweat and my right hand was rendered useless by all the blisters.
The golden standard is 45 minutes, I barely made 70. Maybe I would've made 45 if there hand't been a fucking boulder obstructing me. One so big that even the commanders couldn't remove it.
Anyway, today should be the first of August. That means that the family will be coming soon.
One more day here and we're through. One more day...
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Just struck down our shell scrapes. Imagine all that hard work for just ONE night.
Oh, and filling it in took about as much effort as digging.
Now, we're in a training shed, ready to sleep on a concrete floor tonight. The thought had never been more appealing.
We go back tomorrow. Really looking forward to that. But before we get ahead of ourselves, must powder bath now.
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