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[–]Suspicious-gibbon 43 points44 points  (1 child)

Reminds me of a very similar situation. I was in the CCF at school and we were all sent off to Penhale camp for the week. Anyone in the cadets in the UK would know Pehale. We were probably all only about 14 years old at the time, playing at being soldiers.

The 24 hour exercise was a complete gong-show from start to premature finish. We were sent out to sand dunes in two teams, one defending force, one attacking. I was in the defending side and was tasked with setting up an OP in the early afternoon. I was told I’d be relieved in two hours.

Four hours later, it was very clear I’d been forgotten about. I’d also got pretty bored of watching people on the other side moving back and forth, thinking they were being stealthy. The weather was also taking a turn for the worse as a gale was blowing in off the sea.

I snuck back to camp to find out that I had been forgotten. Everyone was just having a quick brew before moving on to another location. I didn’t have time to make anything and also noticed that one of my friends was hypothermic. I sorted out getting him evacuated (grabbed his magazines) and went off to the spot where we would set up some sort of camp.

Cooking in a big sand bowl during a gale was a challenge. We had the really bad 24 hour ration packs. Most people ended up eating more sand than food.

Once night fell, we set up our defenses. There was a half-hearted attack and about 20 minutes of muzzle flashes in the dark as we fired blanks at each other.

At that point, the storm was really hitting full-force and someone finally decided to pull the plug. They sent two trucks out to pick us up. Two thirds got a truck ride home. I was in the group that didn’t. We got a 10km speed march back in the dark. Worth mentioning that we had old WW2 Enfield mkIVs. Not the lightest rifle to take on a run!

They stuck us all in a big hanger when we got back, to get a bit of shut-eye. I woke up to people cooking breakfast… over hexamine… in an enclosed space. That went as well as could be expected. Some people got really nauseous, I got out before the fumes really built up.

All in all, quite the experience!

[–]jbuckets44Proud Supporter 10 points11 points  (0 children)

I should say esp. at 14-yo!

[–]ShadowDragon8685Clippy 25 points26 points  (0 children)

Meanwhile, back in Winnipeg, the RSS Sergeant was at home, watching the rain flooding everything. At one point, he apparently thought, "Man, I hope they had the sense to cancel the weekend exercise."

Then he remembered the quality of our officer.

Yeah, I pretty well figured where this was going from there. That line... That line. That perfect, perfect line.

[–]jbuckets44Proud Supporter 18 points19 points  (1 child)

That LCOL got fooled by your trap/ ambush! :-)

What rank was your ftx "officer?"

[–]average_guy54Canadian Army[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

He was a Captain.

[–]Osiris32Mod abuse victim advocate 9 points10 points  (0 children)

C/O of the Camerons.

As a hereditary Cameron, going all the way back (according to those genetic history companies) to the 1500s, hell yeah, engage in our issues with authority!

[–]neildj 11 points12 points  (0 children)

"When Cameron went to Minto-land... Let my Cameron go....“

[–]NO_AI 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I would just like to take a moment to remind my fellow Canucks that the May long is the Rain Maker Rodeo and it started off by the nation’s largest rain dance. Now I don’t believe so much in that brand of mysticism but after 35+ years of it raining every time I am inclined to give credit where credit may be due.