Have to walk back to camp, it's a good three hour stamp. We feel so damn depressed, that we stop for some rest. Then someone talks of food, creates a rather foul mood. Now we're up and hit that road, mindless of the heavy load. Two hours flat we're at the gate, but for sup we find we're late.
Cooks produce a meal out of, rat packs cooked up on the stove.
At least hot shower we can get, waters used up we're too late yet. Shivering shower and muscle pain, but it wont help to complain. Now find a spot for the night, then make the bivvy very tight. A few chibulies to rest our head, too late barman's gone to bed. Fireforce he'll have us do, now it's time for stand too.