- Reaction score
- 0
- Points
- 210
As far as SG04 goes, well, let's say I was slightly underwhelmed for what was ostenibly an Area ex. It was sorta like a brigade ex with a few more toys but the same amount of endless clusterfucks and people blaming buddy up and down the chain for the shit that went wrong. I will say that this year's camping adventure in good 'ole Pet wasn't near the level of numpty fucked as last year's Stillborn Gaylord, and there was actually plenty of ammo (hey, I was dumbfounded too). Then again they were still handing out big bags of gay all around. This year I couldn't even bring myself to get pissed off at the endless dumb shit, just a roll of the eyes and "soldier on, soldier." Funniest incident: The Bn CO addressing the troops and saying that "this is NOT STAND TRAINING, it is a tactical exercise", followed minutes later by the Bn DCO reminding us "to keep safety at the forefront for each of the stands you will be training on". Simple humour yes, but priceless at the time. Second best was the 1RCR FIBUA/OBUA/MOUT (I don't know which is the acronym du jour this week) SME droning on about how "When I worked with Delta" and "The SAS showed me that..." in our AAR for our first attack that had us at 95 of 140 in the coy as casualties. But we got ours in the second attack, when we just about wiped them out to a man when they fucked up bad and overcommitted to rushing the nice little kill zone we had set up. :evil:
As far as rats went, well, gotta say the IMPs tasted better than the "fresh" (guffaw) hayboxes we had. And the smoker was about the only thing set up worse this year than last, but that may have just been my LIBs RQ, who knows. Two beers (enforced by some faceless corporal at the beer table) after a week of slogging, sleep dep, and general random supidity was a nice pat on the ass, regardless. The funny thing about the rats was the huge Day-Glo sticker on some that warned that the honey was not fit for human consumption (insert the obvious joke here).
So, overall, it was a weeks pay earned the dumb way.
As far as rats went, well, gotta say the IMPs tasted better than the "fresh" (guffaw) hayboxes we had. And the smoker was about the only thing set up worse this year than last, but that may have just been my LIBs RQ, who knows. Two beers (enforced by some faceless corporal at the beer table) after a week of slogging, sleep dep, and general random supidity was a nice pat on the ass, regardless. The funny thing about the rats was the huge Day-Glo sticker on some that warned that the honey was not fit for human consumption (insert the obvious joke here).
So, overall, it was a weeks pay earned the dumb way.