Went in with nothing - came out with nothing.
Over a period of several months, being almost crisped up by some decidedly unfriendly nocturnal visitors. Filling and stacking mags so fast my fingers were raw just before being told by a (smart) Wupert, "your position is untenable and we won't be coming back for what's left - I suggest you leg it back to camp chop-chop and answer the challenges carefully".
Made me think that a few months in central stores for a gong would have been far more relaxing.
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