Read another deliciously funny BMT story by metastasis, this time on his Field Camp. Incidentally, schadenfreude (SHAHD-n-froy-duh) means "a malicious satisfaction in the misfortunes of others".
Brings back memories of the worse field camp rations we got in our day, man. Compared to hard-tack biscuits and sardine, MREs are fine dining.
I had my field camp just a while back and what can I say? It was mostly hell, but it had its moments. For those lucky enough not to know anything about NS, field camp is seven days spent running about smelling of sweat, mud and camo cream, and six nights spent hugging one's rifle so instructors don't steal it. Oh, and eating really shit rations (of which more later).
A few memorable episodes:
...got away with reflexively calling an officer a cibai when he jumped on my leg as I was in prone position. Whew...
...Standing guard while my buddy took a dump in the peeing field—and seeing someone step on it fifteen minutes later. Schadenfreude is such a beautiful thing.