It´s a 110 in the shadows

The past weekend I was out on a sniper refreshment class. The past few weeks had been mostly overcast and quite chilly. I was expecting to do the excercise in somewhat wet and muddy terrain- perfect for a sniper.

But lo and behold! Saturday morning (ver, very early) proved to be clear blue skies, with a temperature rising ever faster. Now- crawling around in the woods in the normal uniform (underware, shirt, fatigues, gloves, Aramide helmet, combat west and what not) ; is quite warm enough. But if you ad to that a makeshift camoflage gear meade out of burlap, strands of fabric from old army fatigues amd what ever you can find in the range of weeds, twigs with leafs, small under growth thingys and last season straws; you get seariously insulated.

The camouflage face- paint cloggs up the sweat pores in yor face, but when (not if) you start to sweat, it pours! After a while we all looked like racoons who had been trapped in a combined fabric, saw and paint factory that had exploded.

The uniform is supposed to be water or moisture protected. But what difference does it make when you get more wet from the inside out than the opposite?!

Late at night after crawlig through the woods, making about 75 meters in 8 hours. Laying on an ant mound, trying to get some sleep in my 100% sweat saturated clothes, I thought; "What the hell am I doing this for?"

It took me nearly two days to realize that; I´m doing this not only for me, but also for my family, my people and for you!

As allways. I´m aiming with a very steady hand. And my rifle is loaded with common sense...