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We talked about how we were going to crack the jungle phase.
Everybody knew what the DS were looking for: people with aptitude, who
could blend in.
I said, "What we must do all the time is back each other up and not get
the hump with each other."
Mal, leaning back with a fag in his mouth, said, "Well, our leader,
you'd better be doing all the work then, and don't fuck up."
Then he lay on his back and blew out a long trail of smoke.
It was time to go back down to the schoolhouse. We put on our belt kits
and picked up our golacks and weapons. All the DS were there. We sat on the
log benches in the schoolhouse and they were outside, facing us.
The training wing sergeant major said, "This is the routine within the
admin area. Every morning and every night you stand to-half an hour before
first light, half an hour after first light, and the same at last light,
around your own basha [shelterlarea.
"You can send out letters once a week. There will be fresh [fresh food]
once a week. The area where the DS live is strictly out of bounds. If you
need to go through, you have to stop and call for somebody to give you
permission. Right, go back to your areas. I want you back here at eight
o'clock tomorrow morning."
We packed everything away in our bergens and sat on them for an hour
for the stand to, weapon butt in the shoulder, covering our arcs.
As I watched the daylight fade, there was a sudden burst of
high-pitched, purring bleeps all around us.
"Basher-out beetles," Raymond said. "That's your indication that it's
going to be last light very soon."
The darkness buzzed with airborne raiders; most of them seemed to be
heading in my direction. I put more cam cream and mozzie rep (mosquito
repellent) on my face and hands, but it made no difference.
They still hovered and swooped like miniature Stukas, biting and
stinging. Above the steady buzz and hum of insects came the occasional
rustling in the undergrowth and canopy.
Apart from the bites, I loved it.
When the hour was up, we picked up our bergens and walked into the
admin area. Torch batteries had to be conserved, so we lit candles. I lit a
hexy burner, put the grenade box on top, and the blokes tipped in their
sachets of beef stew and rice for a communal scoff.
Mal was quite confident about things, stretched out in the mud with a
fag in his mouth. Tom was asking questions or worrying about something every
five minutes in his usual hyper fashion: "We must get up tomorrow morning
for stand to, we mustn't forget," he ranted, with one eye on the food and
the other on his boots as he laced them up furiously.
Everybody was still pretty tired after the rigors of Hong Kong and
feeling drained by our new environment. We weren't acclimatized yet and were
covered in lumps and bumps where the beasties had got in. I was looking
forward to getting on my pole bed.
I took my wet clothing off, rolled it up and put it on the shelf under
my A-frame. I put my dry clothes on aild a pair of trainers; we didn'tow
what surprises the DS might have in store, so even if they bumped us during
the night, at least I knew I could just jump out and start functioning. I