This is Jockel Podcast number 182 with Echo Charles and me, Jockel Willink.

Good evening, I come.

Good evening.

The insertion was flawless.

We were in the woodline and on our way for a general area reconnaissance.

This time we played it by the book, moving 10 minutes than waiting 10 minutes.

As we moved, I saw that I'd never run an eight man team again.

It's too cumbersome.

In this target, the vegetation still made me a tad on edge as it had a second canopy in some areas,

but still gave us long lines of sight, something we weren't used to.

As darkness approached, we looked for a good spot to RON.

With the flat terrain, finding a good RON became really dicey.

Ordinarily, we'd look for high ground, dense vegetation, or an area far from any trail.

Finally, we found one and south set up a perimeter, set up the watch rotation, and oversaw the placement of extra claymore mines.

In one area where the vegetation was thin, Bubba placed a couple of toe-poppers in the ground.

I couldn't sleep.

The flat terrain played on my mind.

Before first light, the entire team was awake, alert retrieving the claymore mines and preparing for our move out of the RON.

After a night on the jungle floor, I wanted an R&R anywhere with firm beds, clean sheets, and cold drinks.

Because I insisted on carrying the PRC25, there was little room in my backpack, except for essentials.

At night, when I slept on the ground, I did so without an air mattress or hammock.

The sole item of comfort was an army-issue pullover sweater that buttoned up to the neck.

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