Since Dowly is not updating his AAR in weekends, I'll try keeping you military types amused with three thematically appropriate updates today. And also since I have too many pictures in backlog and don't want to leave it to my grand children to wrap this story up.
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Just as I'm concentrated on my new duties [hic], I'm directed to the Sarge again. Apparently he has a problem only a real man like me can solve: some little wimp is more interested in flowers and flute playing than doing manly stuff, so I need to set him straight.
Oh wow. It's worse than I thought. This boy needs extra many lessons in masculinity.
So not coming up with any other method for such a serious case, I take him into the forest. And try to ignore his questions about sentient life existing outside
the Ring III.
I teach him to kill cute, fuzzy animals and eat meat...
To annoy city dwelling wolf huggers...
To get the best kicks out of mushrooms without getting himself killed...
And doing it underground too...
To beat up pencil necks and to hide them after the looting...
And to use improvised keys after the most important lesson...
Namely the joys of camping!
It worked! Look at that killer's look in his eyes! He even grew moustache and extra pair of eyebrows to show his new, manly nature! I'm so proud!