by Satan » Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:24 pm
Brings back memories indeed, memories of soaking wet contents when it rained, of skint shoulders, and tons of foam rubber wrapped around the straps and bound with insulating tape which fell apart when it got wet, rations in a tin with exotic names like "Sausages in Lard", Chicken Supreme", Bacon Grill, Cheese Possessed. Not forgetting the well slapped backside from the poncho roll bouncing off it on a ten mile bash in full gear with a proper rifle instead of the new pop gun. Ah the good old days sigh!
It's hard to soar like an Eagle
When you are surrounded by Turkeys