for whom the bells toll

(sumatran squall blows violently. G3 harbors in a field of tall lallang and huge crickets cowboy style.)
73: *ssshhh..shhhsshhh*
73: hullo 70 this is 73. it is raining. what do we do, over.
70: 73 this is 70, build bashas, over.
73: 73 we have no basha poles, over.
70: 70 *crackle pop pop crackle* (basically go screw yourselves)wear your goretex. do not comms back, out.
(the squall blows quite hard and twigs start snapping. water pools on the groundsheets. everyone is soaked, most are awake, some are shivering. the rain soaks through my pants, my socks absorb the rain and transfers the rain down into my boots.)
73: hullo 70 this is 73. Permission to seek shelter in training shed, over.
70: negative, out. *zzz..zz*

SITREP
Delta Mike Very Very Low Whiskey Everywhere

its quite hard to see sispec go far if the laochiaus just tell u to sleep in the squall while they enjoy the whole shed to themselves. morale is low in sispec, and its not like we dont know why.

the saf is not weatherproof. we are pussy soldiers. in the meantime everyone huddles under the groundsheets. the rifles are left unattended in the unrelenting rain.

(i know mine was. the next morning it was in a muddy pool and when i picked it up water flowed out of the barrel and the magazine.)

lambs led by skunks dont go anywhere.