Forwarded from the FOB

Caleb has been out in the woods for a week now at what the guys have fondly nicknamed “Camp Wywiere” (Wy-wee-ere) after the abundantly repeated grumblings: remind me again, why we here?

Complaining aside, I know there are plenty of aspects to this sort of training that all these guys enjoy, that is, when they are capable of enjoying it. Like, you know, when they aren’t passing out from heatstroke, repairing broken generators, crashing Humvees into trees, or pealing pruney toes out of their sweat-soaked socks.  What’s not to love, right?

And just in case you thought I was making any of that up, here’s your chance to get a glimpse of FOB life at Camp Wywiere.

Wake up at the crack of dawn.

Walk a quarter mile to the closest military grade port-a-potty.

Require GPS to find your tent again.

Ditto for your gear.

Choke on dust.

And suffer through it all for a chance to play with this.

Pictures taken by Caleb using his iPhone