Only For the Brave...

   This is the one I've been waiting for. No kidding. How many books ever tell it like it is -- I mean, really is -- anymore? This is the real deal. Not to mention everything in it is true. Of course, I'm gonna read the other one, too. On account of I need all the help I can get with that woodcraft stuff.

   I mean, my backpack is bulging right now with important things I like to take on our expeditions. But -- hey -- what good is all that if you're like a person who only has feet (instead of hands) to work with? That's about how I felt when the chips were down on our Ant World Expedition and we had to bust out the first aid kit. The only reason we didn't have enough Band-aids to go around was because I fumbled it getting them out of my pack and dropped most of them in the water.

   So, I can see why Sir Robert talks so much about practicing. It's for those times when you don't have enough time to think. You just automatically do what you practiced most. And guess what you'll do if you never practice anything? Nothing, that's what. Zip. First little sign of trouble, you'll fumble. Maybe even freeze up totally. Ask me how I know. Not that we were in any life-and-death situation out there (who ever died of an ant bite?), but I'm just saying.

   I need to practice some things, that's what I'm saying.

   That's why our whole patrol is gonna meet at the Outpost on Saturday for some drills. Which I -- as Captain -- will be more than ready to head up. On account of I'm gonna read exactly how we're supposed to do it all on Friday night. Heh, heh, heh... So, I am way glad I found that book. Oh, and about that little red warning that says it's for brave hearts only? Well, I'm gonna read it anyway. By myself, of course. Under the covers with a flashlight, in case I can't handle it.

   Hey-- whatever it takes.
          W.K.

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