I knew I chose the correct wing to join when we were told about our plans for this weekend. Though we’re sleeping rough in a barn that has, obviously, no heating and no running water, we’re still bringing our chefs along. Sleeping rough, with catering staff: the army life can’t be all that bad.
UPDATE: Alright Caroline… It was a typo! I know you don’t spell Gourmet as gormet, but I was writing this at just after five o’clock when running to get to the barracks on time. I just knew that if I didn’t write it then, I’d forget and never write it at all. I hate forgetting to write things even more than I hate poor spelling and typing errors. The thing is, I can avoid forgetting to write by simply doing it. Spelling and typing come with time.

On an unrelated note, I mentioned how great it is to essentially go camping with chefs; it is, but it really helps if where you’re going has running water. We had to drive about 20 miles to the nearest base to collect jerry cans of drinking water. Not great when you’re expected to march for a couple miles and run around with sandbags. That stuff is tiring!

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