Monday, August 7, 2006.

1020 hrs.
"How're we supposed to get accross that?"
"It isn't too deep, let's just link hands and get to the other side. It's hardly 5 metres across!"
"Hey! This isn't so bad. Hold it, you guys, I'm taking a picture.."

1220 hrs.
"This rain is a killer. Is it nevre going to stop?"
"Shut up, dude. It's hard enough trying to get to the Check Point. I seriously do not need the whining."
"That's it, people, I'm switching on the radio, perhaps ther're others near by.. we don't need to contact the CP."
"...we're near the red house.. how much further? over.."
"CP-3 for Delta Red. A kilometer upstream of the red house. stick to the banks.. over"
"That's it, just keep looking for the red house. We saw it from across the stream.."
"Shh! Guys, something's up.."
"..Foxtrot Blue for SP. Two cadets have flown off in the stream. We need help.."
"SP for Foxtrot Blue... give us your location.. which cadets?..."
"Foxtrot Blue... two Golfies.. we heard a scream.. the water's too fast..."