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was falling apart. After screaming for twenty minutes straigh up we finally stopped to rebuild
Hammonds shed. Over seven hours on the road and we finally got somewhere close to the campsite.
Between getting to the campsite and having driven seven hours, my car had a bad case of diarrhea.
Getting to the campsite an hour later than the lunatic and the retard, Hammond was still putting up
his motorhome or motortent, -castle, -kingdom not sure but he was still putting it up. After
watching Hammond struggle we finally decided to go to a pub. We had a couple of pints me and
James and hours later went back to the campsite to see Hammond still putting up his whatever
thing it was. As the wind began to blow harder and harder I felt quite sorry for Hammond and then
went to sleep. The night had been rough for the young soldier but it wasn't even close to what I had.
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