Walk in some beauty spot or a weekend away now seems like an absolute luxury.
**Swings Lantern and pulls up sandbag** I once spent six months living in a tent in the desert. No electric lights, no hot and cold running water, we sh
it in holes in the ground with no bushes to hide behind. I did my No 2s in the dark otherwise while squatting, helicopters would fly low and buzz you, or your mates would throw stones at you. Dark was much safer.
We had to wash our own clothes in metal basins. My sleeping bag wasn't washed or replaced once in six months. The food the cooks made us was the only slop we ate, with the exception of the odd 'red cross parcel' sent from home. Flippin' tortured by flies during the day and especially at meal times.
For sex I'd wait till Andy Palmer went on stag and I'd borrow a clean spare army sock from his bergen and have sex with that; carefully putting it back into his rucksack after I'd finished abusing it (he wasn't happy with me when I told him back in Germany).
But I remember getting back to my barracks in Germany; a real bed, electric lights, TVs, microwaves, flushing bogs, hot showers, washing machines, beer and women. It really was like heaven.
You don't know what you've got until you lose it.