Whew! So, that happened. I spent the last 48 hours practicing field exercises, and all I have to show for it is dirt-clogged pores and sore muscles. Luckily, they gave us tomorrow off to recover. I could describe all the fun things that went on, such as convoy training, defensive fighting positions, and troop movement, but I'm sure you'd rather pry out your toenails with a crowbar. I will now proceed to Roosters for a much-deserved beer.