Last weeks of my service and literally days to do and I get stuck on GDT annual training, which I thought would really come in handy in about 16 days as I venture out into civi street.
For some reason the duty Rock decides we will all strip down our muskets, throw all the parts into a pile and run to the nearest fence and back, last man to cock and dry fire his weapon, all serials matching would do press-ups.
Run he commands, firke that I thinks, slowly slowly much better, off everyone goes with me trotting along last, everyone arrives back puffed and start to search for their musket parts. Rock now getting apoplectic and shouting RUN.. arriving back last I am confronted with only and all the parts serial matching ready to assemble my musket, watching everyone rushing and fumbling I take my time and finish ahead of several of the group.