Below: us signing our life away after being issue with our 'combat gear'. The forms the usual; if you die don't come looking for us kinda thing - most of us put random names and such on it - why not eh, it's only paint. Not like a lion or rhino gonna come charging in and drag/trample one of us... Would have been interesting tho - one yellow and pink rhino coming up lol
Dave's the bloke at the back with the white trainers - urban camo ;-)

Dave giving the familiar war salute... Depends where you come from. Iish comrade lol


Ok, this was the gents 'urinal'. Quite good actual considering we were in the middle of nowhere (for England we were totally cut off from civilization - about 10 miles from the nearest tarred road)!! Wow - Isolated huh! Notice how the walls are even camo'd out.
Well, you p*ss into the tray and the theory is that it runs along to the outlet, down a pipe and into a hole in the ground - except that the tray leaked all alone the seams hahaha. So just let rip on the floor - same thing?! Watch them boots soldier!


Me doing the same - this was actually near the end. I was getting rid of the last 5 rounds I had. Notice the yellow 'hit' on my shoulder above my subdued water bottle? One of the less painful ones...


2 comments:
Oh that looks like awesome fun!! Look forward to part 2.
Part 2 - lotsa writing to come. M u s t d o b l o g . . . lol
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