Surprised, I watched him gather the pickaxe and shovel, step outside the command tent, lick his fingers and test the wind before moving off. About an hour later, he came back looking a complete mess, sweating like he’d run a marathon. When I asked him how it went, he just grinned and said, “All done.” without saying anything else. I was wondering what the heck he had done when not two minutes later, a mess hall cook ran up to us asking us where the field latrine was, saying he was in desperate urgency as he had eaten something that was giving him the turkey trots and my WO just pointed.
The next day, the Brigade Commander, a Lieutenant Colonel, showed up outside our mobile command post in his command landrover with his personal tent and his batman started pitching the tent next to our mobile command post. I wondered what was going on as he was normally over at the mobile command post shared by the S3-Operations and S2-Intelligence departments.