Last weekend I had my CCF weekend. We assembled at Reeds with our uniforms, backpacks, and ration packs in order to take the bus to the scarcely populated hills in Surrey. When we got there, we set up our bashas, a tent composed of two sheets fastened between two trees through means of a bungee cord and some tent pegs, and cooked our food (rations that you had to boil yourself on a small fire). After that, we, the cadets of section one, went on a patrol. Every time someone passed, we had to lie flat one the floor and try not to be seen. After that, we had to spy on actual paratroopers and try to gain enemy intel. When the 'mission' was completed, we returned to camp and went to sleep. Luckily, I somehow got out of sentry duty, so I didn't have to wake up in the middle of the night. Unluckily, sleeping on the bare ground proved more difficult than I could have imagined.
Thus I woke up after approximately two hours of sleep. To make things worse, it was pouring with rain. To make things even worse, two tent pegs were missing on the side of my tent, so I woke up next to a puddle of water with my sleeping bag completely soaked. When I went outside to cook my food, I discovered that apart from my sleeping bag being soaked, my beret, my shoes and my backpack were completely soaked too.
It continued raining throughout the whole day, making everyone fairly miserable. Soon my hands were so cold that I couldn't bring my thumb and my annularly together anymore. When we were about to do a section attack and we had to load the blanks into our rifles, I kept dropping the magazine and the rounds because of my frozen hands, which was quite embarrassing. During the section attack, we had to walk in different formations, such as staggering and arrowhead, and when we spotted an enemy, we had to 'pepperpot', which meant that the section was divided into two groups and the two groups took turns covering and sprinting forward. Unfortunately, as the whole terrain was covered in slippery mud, I fell several times and at the end, I was covered in mud till my waist.
After the section attack, we went on another patrol, this time evading enemy patrols and travelling from camp to camp in order to gain intel. This took us about four hours and during those four hours, it didn't stop one second with raining. Every time we spotted an enemy patrol, we had to lie flat on our belly, making us even more muddy. Despite our best efforts, we still were caught thrice. Of course, we couldn't walk on the road, because we would be seen immediately. Instead, we had to walk through the forest, cross rivers (resulting in an inch of water at the bottom of my shoes) and walk through marshes that reminded me of Lord of the Rings. When we completed the patrol, it had just begun hailing and we all suffered from the first stages of hypothermia, but fortunately, we were driven to a shelter by minivan. When we had arrived at the shelter, the hail had turned into sleet and the group leaders decided to stay in the shelter until the weather got bearable again. However, it didn't, as the sleet turned to snow, and the group leaders decided to call the trip of for that day and drive us all home, so we could dry our clothes and have a shower and a good night's sleep.
The next day, we went for another day of CCF, but now the weather was dry. Now that it was dry, I really enjoyed it and to make things even better, we got a special treat in the form of a flight with a lynx helicopter. Thus we were divided in groups of five and had to sign permission forms, after we had a brief run through the helicopter and the helmet that was customary to wear during the flight. The flight with the helicopter was absolutely amazing. I had a wonderful view of the world beneath me and sometimes the helicopter was so tilted that I was actually looking down on the ground 200 metres below me.
After the helicopter, we did another section attack and even a platoon attack, which involved several sections marching and taking out enemies at different locations. Now that it was dry, the section and platoon attacks were good fun. Soon after this, we were driven back to school and after cleaning the guns, which proved a lot of work, we were free to go. The CCF trip had now officially come to an end.
These are some pictures of me and the helicopter (unfortunately I wasn't allowed to take any photos inside the helicopter).