DAY 4
During the night, the rains returned. When we awoke the storm had not departed. Packing our kit we realised we would return to civilisation today. Wanting to end the game in command, we prepared for one final patrol. The rain was now a moderate shower, nothing too bad. Reaching the Bull Field, we pressed on, determined that any opposition we came up against would be defeated. Seeing the resolve in my companion�s eyes, I knew at that minute, we were going to win. Searching the lower half of the forest, drew a big fat zero. Passing the Mud Slide, we headed back along the middle track. Our spacing extended as we walked along the wide track. On point, I wondered how far to travel before heading uphill. I waited for Deno and was just about to ask his opinion, when something moved in the corner of my vision. Instinctively, I pulled Deno to the floor and motioned to the threat. We both crawled into cover. The movement was uphill. Realising we were only 50m from the Ghost�s abandoned camp, I knew the R.F.G. were present. As we crawled closer, along the soaking ground, Lurch came into view. He was wearing a piece of plastic as a makeshift poncho. As we watched, he busily packed his equipment from under a low basha. Then Ian emerged carrying a pack. We opened fire, hitting both opponents.
Moving in we captured the flags and the R.F.G. conceded the Game. Admitting that they were the only 2 players left. Following us back to camp we took shelter in the Wrigley Tin. After a brief chat, we departed back to Scarborough. T.M.A. were the victors again, at least until next weekend. Paul B. had come to observe our tactics and now understood what made us win; teamwork and commitment. Next time, he would not under estimate us. |
