Army Daze

Day One
Still a happy soldier.

Uniform is still fresh and dry.

0 mosquito bites.


Day Two
Not so happy anymore.

Uniform has taken on a rather funky smell despite all measures to powder-bath. Body now perspires at the slightest physical activity. The scorching sun, and high humidity at night doesn’t help either.

10 mosquito bites. Bleedy @#*%&! suckers. Time to break out the mosquito coils.


Day Three
Constipation starts to set in due to the avoidance of bowel movements in the field. (At my age, it’s no longer funny to be bitten in the ass by mossies while you conduct “business”)

Farts becoming more deadly.

Lost count of mosquito bites but managed to killed a fair number of those blood thirsty bastards too.


Day Four
Bowels close to full capacity. Just need to endure a little while more before Exercise is cut and we return to camp. Generally, we all smell of sweat, mosquito coil smoke and “Snake” powder.

Farts are very deadly. Everyone is very aware of the need to move away from the group when “releasing gas”.

Too tired to think about mosquitos anymore.

Back in Camp
(After a mad scramble for the toilets)

Ahhhhhhaaa...