Amg ex was stressful. We got there way too early – filled time with bullshitty lessons while we waited to on our first CLP (convoy logistic patrol). The first night was FREEZING. Normally, in my issue sleeping bag, I’m pretty damn toasty. But that night I actually shivered all night.
We did two CLPs. One of them I worked really hard on. On the radios constantly tying to relay messages, getting out to do counter-IED drills. Worked my arse off. For the second one though, all I did was sit in the back of a land rover. It was awesome.
I hope it’s not that stressful out in Afghan.
The Prince of Wales came and visited his home boys who were on the same exercise as us. They’re part of our battlegroup.
If you want to know what I’m doing out there, watch Road Warriors on ITV. It shows a previous Force Protection troop.
Last night, after we got back and handed weapons into the armoury, I had a shower then drove straight home. No idea why, I just wanted to get away from all the armyness for a while. It worked. I picked up the goodies I’d bought online ages ago, had dinner at my sister’s house, played with a kitten, looked at her holiday photos etc. Did me a world of good. Driving down the A40 singing along to old Sum41 songs helped too. Probably got done for speeding as I passed RAF Northolt singing to Fat Lip. Is it bad that I know all the words to the entire album?
Got back to camp pretty late considering how long I’d been awake for. Had to be at the armoury for 0630hrs to go to GPMG ranges. I woke up at 0631hrs. Turned out OK ’cause the transport was late anyway
Didn’t have a very good day shooting. It snowed.
Listening to: Sum 41 – Heart Attack


















