Service Wash Please

I was wet.

In fact wet was probably an understatement.

It had been raining for two days without a pause but now it had stopped.

There's something particular demoralising about never really drying out but now it looked like we might have a chance.

We'd moved out of our leaguer from the night before and now we were sat on a track waiting for orders.

The engine was ticking over slowly and we weren't going anywhere soon.

Three of us crawled out of various hatches on the Warrior and sat on the front right hand side.

Why there?

Because that's where the engine exhaust louvres are.

If you don't mind stinking of diesel fumes and can cope with a minor case of Carbon Monoxide poisoning then you can get dry in a minute or two.

Funnily enough Mrs Soldier does the laundry in our house.