Interlull army camp Day four of the Interlull. The men are beginning to get restless. Just this morning I found Corporal Jenkinson recreating a famous battle using cones on the training ground. He kept saying something about ‘Ryo'. It's tough to hear them lament the loss of their fallen comrades, but this is the harsh reality of where we are and what we do. He snapped to attention when he saw me. 'At ease Jenkinson,' I said. 'What are you doing?' 'Nothing much sir,' he said. 'Looks like something to me,' I replied, sensing his unwillingness to share with a senior officer. 'Come on man, I don't bite.' 'Do you remember that time we were deployed to East Anglia, sir? Those yellow...
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