It can be quite surreal to unpack after a private battle. In the comfort of your own home, with the wind no longer thrashing your cheeks into a heavy rouge, and tea is drunk from a porcelain mug rather than an enamel one, you begin to recollect over the weekends festivities. Like a proverbial trail of breadcrumbs, you begin to piece together what actually happened on that field of battle. As you trawl through packs and pockets, a positive Aladdin's cave of artifacts release little moments that were originally lost in a heavy fog of adrenaline.You find the unfired round that left you with the harrowing 'Dead Man's Click,' the wrapper of a chocolate bar devoured in a small lull in the fighting, and roughly, pencil-drawn maps of impromptu defences. Although aching, tired, and dreading the eventual arrival of Monday morning, you finish the weekend content. Of course, it is only at the end of a well-organised and well-attended event that this period of merry reflection can be attained.Thankfully, Operation Teaboy on February 8th and 9th was one of those instances.
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