Contact. Wait out. #23. Honking.
There's two sides of this coin. You're either the smelly, filthy guy standing in the cook house queue, or you're the smug bloke watching blokes coming in from the field. If you're the latter, you almost feel sorry for ther lads. You've been there. You've had that film of filth covering your body and the matted, unstylable hair. No matter how much you brush your teeth in the field, they never feel properly clean, and your kit honks of the acrid cordite or from the sweet sickly smoke grenades.
It doesn't matter. a hot meal during or after an exercise makes you forget many of your worries.
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