And lo, I have survived another exercise and actually came away with minior injuries.
Ok here's what happened, and it was a lot so forgive me if I forget stuff.
Day 1: It started Friday the 18th at 0800hrs as I was stuffed into a ford explorer with kit bags ontop of me. We drove to the ferries and then to Kamploops. 8 hours later we arrived and I had no feeling in any part of my body. Junior rank in the truck. There was a LCol (my CO) a Major and a Captain. I'm a second leutenant so I was bitch for the ride. We get to the FSG (Forward staging group) and inclear. We then move to Tranquille (a ghost town) and set up our kit to crash out. Nothing too cool happens here.
Day 2. I wake up and open the tent, there is 4 inches of snow that wasn't there last night. Fun starts now. I was supposed to have a full platoon under my comand since I am running the Defense and security platoon for the task force headquarters. I get 4 troops and 1 Master Corporal (my 2IC). We eventually get 11 more troops by sundown and we get our schedual worked out. We start manning stuff. Stops snowing after dinner. Feet covered in blisters (still got em after ex) Starts raining.
Day 3-4. Train troops, nothing too cool. The MCpl had to yell at them to get them motivated... The troops just finished basic trainng so they have almost no initiative. Except for a few of them (they know who they are).
Day 5. I lose my troops to the kitchens and I get 16 more. I keep my 2IC. The troops however get to play with MILES gear which is really cool. Look it up. 2IC and I realize we aren't going to get sleep and have resigned ourselves to training sentries.
Day 6. My first set of troops come back, yay, via helicopter. Griffon heli's that are supplied by the canadian army (we didn't use americans surprise surprise). They had fun. I found out that when they were at the kitchens they were used as general duty and worked 2 hours out of 14. I used them 18hrs out of 24. They were unhappy about coming back. heh. I was happy to get em back. Later that night a flag was stolen. It was put on top of the highest object in the camp and my troops spoted them but didn't catch them. I assign 2 guards to watch it, buildings are condemed and I have the authority to charge anyone going on them, in them or vandalizing them. Later on during the night I get a call on the radio that there is someone else on the tower. I investigate and realize it's my guys. I arrest 2 of em and they get detained. I am very very unhappy.
day 7. Nothing much, no sleep and working guys hard. 2 detainies are back to work waiting commanders decision. I get a heli ride reccing infantry positions. OMFG that was cool. Also get a chance to go base for a "special dinner" which was me recieving the Commanders Coin. Out of 850 troops only 20 people won one and out of the 20 only 3 were officers. It's cool, but just doing what I was told to do. Oh it stops raining.
Day 8. end of ex. Guys get charged, sentence was minor (100.00 each) and possibly getting charged later on when the files are reviewed by brigade. Leave guys behind due to me going to my other exercise which was purely artillery.
Day 9. New ex, I'm assigned to the recci party as a helper/learner. I haven't finished my MOC training yet so I need the practice. Late at night we get "bumped" or ambushed. I'm in the back of a LS (crappy truck) with 4 others and I hear "get out of the truck" being screamed. Thinking the truck was gonna blow or something we all hop out. We are then thrown on the ground with guns in our backs. After a bit of a scuffle they shoot my Sgt and start to frisk me. Long story short, I take down one of the gunmen(er gunfemale) and kill her before getting shot. fun. Oh and it starts to rain... In Yakima Washington. It's a freaking desert!
Day 9. Slow day, nothing happens, recci isn't used I catch up on sleep.
Day 10. Today, got home. YAY. Red Warrior I respect you and wonder how anyone can live in teh field for more than a month (max time I lived in the field ever was for 2 weeks) like where do you get clean socks from?!? One interesting note, Americans waved and honked at us when they saw us at a park eating lunch. I was on the ferry coming home and I had a Canadian civie ask what army I belong to. Uh the Canadian army!?! *sigh* Americans respect their military and support it, Candians generally do not. Oh and it stopped raining when we left.