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The DS explained: "To live in the jungle, all you need is two sets of
clothes: one wet and one dry. Sleep in the dry, and always have your wet
ones on. Even if you stand still all day, you're going to be soaking wet.
There are no seasons in the rain forest; it's just wet and hot.
You get two rains a day. Especially if you're on a spur, you can feel
the wind coming, and then it will rain. If the rain doesn't get you, the
humidity will.
"The important thing is to keep your dry kit dry; we're a bit short on
tumble dryers around here. So put it in a dry wrapper; then put that in
another dry wrapper.
Once you're wet, you're fucking wet, and that's it."
The DS then gave us a practical demonstration of how to build an
A-frame.
"You start with the two end pieces in the shape of an A. These don't
need to be more than two or three inches in diameter, just strong enough to
support your weight.
Then you get two more lengths of wood, again no more than two or three
inches in diameter, to support your hammock. You slip the two poles through
the holes in the hammock and push them down over the apex of the As and tie
them on. All being well, what you've created is a bed that's a couple of
feet off the floor.
"Once that's done, you then put a poncho over the top and then just
bungee it off onto the trees. Now you're protected from the rain, and then
underneath that you can put your mozzie net. There's nothing macho about
sleeping in your A-frame without a mozzie net; getting bitten means that
you're more uncomfortable the next day, and that means you're less able to
operate. If you take the time, sort yourself out, you're a much better
commodity the next day. It's not wimpy kit; it's sensible. There's times
when you've got to be in the shit, and then okay, you do that, but there's a
lot of times when you don't have to be. If you're back in a base area, you
make yourself as comfortable as possible."
Some people apparently built another platform under the bed level, to
store their bergens and other kit. The ground was soaking wet and teeming
with ants, scorpions, and other beasts that would end up biting if they got
close enough. The more kit we could keep off the ground, the more
comfortable we were going to be when we put it on.
The DS took us to our patrol area and said, "Sort yourselves out.
I'll be back later; any problems, come and get me."
"Sorting ourselves out" meant building ourselves an A-frame.
Raymond got his up in less than an hour and then chopped more wood to
make himself a platform to stand on.
"This'll last about two days before it sinks into the mud," he said.
"So then you just bung another load on top."
"I see," I said, still only a quarter of the way through I building my
ricketty bag of shit.
Once we had all finished, we sat down and got a hexy burner going for a
brew. To cook with, we'd brought an empty grenade tin that held about five
pints of liquid.
We filled it with water from our bottles and brewed our first mug of
tea in the jungle. I was starting to feel a little more at home.