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Well i just got home about 3 weeks ago from the Vernon Army Cadet Summer Training Centre. I returned home from a 6 week Cadet Leadership course. This was my first time ever going to an army camp. It was interesting I have many stories and exsperiances that i'll remember and take with me for the rest of my life. At vernon i was in CL Charlie Company 11 platoon. My platoon commander was Lieutenant Hull he was a very big guy but he was nice, as long as we didn't anger him. My platoon warrant was WO Magee, and our platoon sergeants were SGT's Bone, Ng, and Wilson. If thats not a multicultural platoon i don't know what is. Well here's one of my favourite stories that i like to tell from camp. Here it is... My platoon was scedualed for a Ropes Confidence course on the 2nd week we were there. They had us change from our Gumbies (grey T-shirt and shorts) into our Combats, My day began with a rough start, i had realised that my combat boots were switched into a larger pair. Seeing as all of our combat boots sit under our bunk beds anyone could have done it. So my combat boots were too large for my feet. The day was begining to worsten when the platoon started marching at a very fast pace inwhich (a person of my high only 5 feet) couldn't keep up. I started getting, lets put this as pissed off, at my platoon i started yelling "Cut the pace!" from within the ranks because i was starting to have to run to keep up with the platoon. And to top that one off my combat boots were too big. By the time we got to the busses that were to take us up to the ropes course i was in the worst mood imaginable i was ready to exsplode but i heald my anger because i didn't want to get into any trouble. When the bus stopped they unloaded all the army cadets. I just found out that we had to hike about a kelometre up hill to the ropes and absailing site. Midway into the hike the hemstring in my lag started to ach from the riffle drill class we did the day before. Once the pain started the first thing that poped into my head was "Can this day get any worse?" I tried to keep climbing but my feet in my boots kept sliding, my leg was now tightening in pain, what else could i do? I began to cry that was the only way right then that i could exspress my fustration. My platoon warrant came down and asked what was wrong i exsplained the problem to him and he started encouraging me to keep going, by this time my Platoon commander started walking down the trail to see for himself what was wrong. By this time i had almost finnished crying but my anger was still there and when Lieutenant Hull reached me and asked what was wrong. I blew it, I adressed him wrongly, and i couldn't help but raise my voice at him while i was exsplaining. His reply made me wish i could take that all back right then and there. "Am I the cause of your pain?" He asked, "No." i replied "Well then you better start talking to me properly." I strongly regreat on how i adressed him to this day i still want to bawl my eyes out about that, well not really but you get my point. Leuitenant Hull got me walking up hill again he walked along my left side. As we were going up he said to me "You know what i do in order to keep up a good pace? I hum a song like Scotland the Brave, and try to keep instep with that." He hummed Scottland the Brave all the way to the top of the hill. For the rest of the time i was at camp and saw Leuitenant Hull the big guy that he is i always remember Scottland the Brave, i had attempted to appologize to him about my behaviour that day but all those times he was busy. Though deep down i think he knew i was sorry for the way i acted towards him, because i treated him with the uptmost respect for the rest of camp. I have some more stories i'd like to share but this one got a little long i'll share my next story which is a continous for the Ropes Course, some other day.

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Well i just got home about 3 weeks ago from the Vernon Army Cadet Summer Training Centre. I returned home from a 6 week Cadet Leadership course. This was my first time ever going to an army camp. It was interesting I have many stories and exsperiances that i'll remember and take with me for the rest of my life. At vernon i was in CL Charlie Company 11 platoon. My platoon commander was Lieutenant Hull he was a very big guy but he was nice, as long as we didn't anger him. My platoon warrant was WO Magee, and our platoon sergeants were SGT's Bone, Ng, and Wilson. If thats not a multicultural platoon i don't know what is. Well here's one of my favourite stories that i like to tell from camp. Here it is... My platoon was scedualed for a Ropes Confidence course on the 2nd week we were there. They had us change from our Gumbies (grey T-shirt and shorts) into our Combats, My day began with a rough start, i had realised that my combat boots were switched into a larger pair. Seeing as all of our combat boots sit under our bunk beds anyone could have done it. So my combat boots were too large for my feet. The day was begining to worsten when the platoon started marching at a very fast pace inwhich (a person of my high only 5 feet) couldn't keep up. I started getting, lets put this as pissed off, at my platoon i started yelling "Cut the pace!" from within the ranks because i was starting to have to run to keep up with the platoon. And to top that one off my combat boots were too big. By the time we got to the busses that were to take us up to the ropes course i was in the worst mood imaginable i was ready to exsplode but i heald my anger because i didn't want to get into any trouble. When the bus stopped they unloaded all the army cadets. I just found out that we had to hike about a kelometre up hill to the ropes and absailing site. Midway into the hike the hemstring in my lag started to ach from the riffle drill class we did the day before. Once the pain started the first thing that poped into my head was "Can this day get any worse?" I tried to keep climbing but my feet in my boots kept sliding, my leg was now tightening in pain, what else could i do? I began to cry that was the only way right then that i could exspress my fustration. My platoon warrant came down and asked what was wrong i exsplained the problem to him and he started encouraging me to keep going, by this time my Platoon commander started walking down the trail to see for himself what was wrong. By this time i had almost finnished crying but my anger was still there and when Lieutenant Hull reached me and asked what was wrong. I blew it, I adressed him wrongly, and i couldn't help but raise my voice at him while i was exsplaining. His reply made me wish i could take that all back right then and there. "Am I the cause of your pain?" He asked, "No." i replied "Well then you better start talking to me properly." I strongly regreat on how i adressed him to this day i still want to bawl my eyes out about that, well not really but you get my point. Leuitenant Hull got me walking up hill again he walked along my left side. As we were going up he said to me "You know what i do in order to keep up a good pace? I hum a song like Scotland the Brave, and try to keep instep with that." He hummed Scottland the Brave all the way to the top of the hill. For the rest of the time i was at camp and saw Leuitenant Hull the big guy that he is i always remember Scottland the Brave, i had attempted to appologize to him about my behaviour that day but all those times he was busy. Though deep down i think he knew i was sorry for the way i acted towards him, because i treated him with the uptmost respect for the rest of camp. I have some more stories i'd like to share but this one got a little long i'll share my next story which is a continous for the Ropes Course, some other day.

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Alright usually i don't go for the whole, complain about your problems, thing but lately things are getting a tiny big rough. Just yesterday i got a call from my Leuitenant that i need a Photo ID card before i head of to the training centre for my 6 week course well you might say "well go out there and get it then." but there's just this teensy weensy problem... Im underaged and i'd need a parent consent to get a photo ID now that summers started my moms began to work away from home so far i havn't see her for a couple days now. With a father out of the picture she's the only parent around that i can get a consent from and with her away it's going to be a bit too hard. sure you might be thinking "Why not just call her and ask if she can come home?" well there's another problem with that because my mom will just reply with every other reply that she can't get away from work to come home and give me a consent, and then she sighs and says i'll try. to me that isn't a very good answer it just dampens my hopes of going to the training centre that i've been looking forward to doing for the past 9 months. I'm already thinking about what will happen if i get left behind, frick my captian should have warned me about the photo ID's a looooooong time ago. this corp of mine makes me so damn mad sometimes. I'm almost glad that i'll be leaving for another one, unless my mom can't get away from work in order to move us too... I already have a dreadful feeling that i might not go to the training camp, it'll take atleast 10 days to get my photo ID in the mail and i've got 22 more days till i leave for camp it's getta happen this week or there'll be no camp. On the bright side if i don't go then some CL aulternate will have the chance to go but i'll be held back a whole year in training which will stunt my training levels, promotions, everything! This whole thing makes me so mad i just want to cry but im too upset to do so.

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Right as some of you might know im in the RCAC and plan on joining the Canadian Reserve Forces, and well now that Canada bumbed the Afghan mission to 2011 theres a chance i might go. Now don't get me wrong i'd love to go to Afghanistan, but it's just im afraid of how people will look at me, im afraid of the thought that there will be people out there that will want to harm and kill me. Most of all I'm afraid i might not return, course the chances of me dying over there with the Canadian Forces are faily slim but that still doesn't mean i won't get hurt or well you know... Like i said im afraid of how people will look at me as a soldier here back home because as a tribute maker on youtube i've come across alot of good people, and alot of bad. The bad people or the Anti-war people amke the most obscene comments i have ever said i bet you about $1000 that they have NEVER even watched the full tribute video in there intire life. They don't realize that the soldiers that are over there, some of them are againced their will, that they were sent over there by a politions choice, it is not the soldiers choice to say that we should go to war, it is only their job. what if i just went over to where those haters work and discriminate them by their job say that everything is their fault? im sure they'd think differently. And if you're a hater, anti-war, or whatever reading this let me tell you, when you have the time just watch one, ONE tribute video on youtube or where ever and look at the pictures of the dead soldiers and look into their eyes, and think, what their families are going through, or if you have no sympathy for their family imagine what your family would be like if you died doing something you believed in. Many people think that the USA (i know im not in the USA) is in Iraq only for the oil, if they were in it for the oil then why the hell are they in Afghanistan as well? Afghanistan doesn't have any oil. Some Americans and other countries i might add, don't even know why there over there, they are over there in the first place on a Revenge mission for 9/11. Most revenge wars don't work very well. but anyway lets stray from my ramblings here. Back to my thoughts about going to afghanistan yes im worried but i think the will for me to help that nation and their people is even stronger then my worry. That is the thing i want most, is to help people, im not in it for the money gees if my mom can support a family of four on $8 an hour im sure i can squeak by on $10 at a fast food resteraunt. Yes i want to help those people, i want to train their army in order to defend themselves, i want them to stand up againced the taliban and beable to drive them out on their own. Yes it is true that at times we accidentally kill civilians and i hope that i will never have to come to that, but think about it logically. If a car was barraling towards your unit would you risk the lives of the people in your unit with a suicide car bomb, or will you try to save the 30 plus lives in your unit by stopping the car. The thing about the taliban that makes me sick is that they have stooped as low as recruiting 6-12 year olds and strapping bombs on their chests and telling them to go and hug the soldiers so they can blow them up... That though outrages me if you're a parent with a 6-16 year old how would you feel if your kid was told to do that? The taliban are growing weak i can tell that by the way they are using women and children to kill soldiers, the hardest thing for me about going over there is that you won't beable to tell from friend or foe. Im scared to die, to leave my family. But i must do what must be done i want to help with everything i got i want to help those civilians. I want to see the smile on those kids faces when they know that they are safe, that they will be alright. I will close up this blog post with, "The soldier above all prays for peace, because it is the soldier who carries the deepest scars and wounds of war." I don't beleive this is intirely true it is also the civilians that will carry the deepest scars and wounds of war as well, because they are caught in the middle of it with no way of protecting themselves. Cpl Dubois RCACC 3025 Service Batalion

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Well some of you might have read part one so im just going to skip the informing of that part again and go ahead with part 2. Well like i said i joined the marksmen team and guess what, i finnally got top shooter in the corp it was quite a surprise i was totaly exspecting my sergeant to be named it let alone me. I also recently got promoted as you can tell from my latest post. I'm now a corperal they had me skip private so i was happy with that. Now my corp is thinking of possibly a 3rd promotions night this year i might be pushing it to be hoping to be promoted to Master Corperal honestly i think the person that deserves to be promoted is this one private who really stands out from the other privates (and no im not talking about that private that i kept getting into arguments with) this private in particular does a good job in cadets. He still shows a full comitment even though he's in two organizations the Royal Canadian Army Cadets and the Canadian Scouts. I know it must be hard for him to try and juggle these two things. But i think even re-guardless of his good comitment there's one thing that might hold him back which is his age. Unlike me being 14 when i joined and got promoted twice he joined at 11 about a month before he turned 12 so his age might hold him back a little.
    Anyway on with the rest of the blog. My RCAC corp also had a mess dinner in which i got to be a VPMC which is the seccond in command at the mess dinner i was incharge of everyone on the lower tables which was pretty much everyone that was there. I had to make a few thank you speaches to the special guests and caterers. We had a few politions come in including Myron Thompson he heard about my great skill at marksmen and so durring a break he came up to me and said "So i heard you're a good shooter, most of the people from Sundre are Straightshooters." a little inside joke because we're both from Sundre. After the mess dinner we had a few other events but nothing really intestesting. I forgot to say that i went to the 14 service parade i got chosen to go with the higher ranks of the corp so i was very privilaged. well sorry to cut this blog short but i really do have to go to bed the weekends comming up and i gatta do my Emergancy First Aid for army cadets. later!

CPL. Dubois
3025 Service battalion

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As a newly ranked RCAC corperal i've had some tough times trying to get those who i used to be training with and are now a lower rank then me, to listen to me. There are times when i want to strangle those cadets who are lower then me for not listening to me and not taking my orders, sometimes quite frusterating. But this one private in particular was supposed to be promoted to the same rank as me but he didn't pass the same test as i did, and therefor didn't get promoted. Well this one private as you might have suspected is quite the (I don't have to listen to you) fellow. As you might pick up on this true story I'm about to tell you.
My RCAC corp was doing a bottle drive to help fundraise for a rock climbing event we will be doing in 2 weeks. This particular private i guess decided it would be the perfect day to take none of my orders. The first stint he pulled was telling me that he's older then me (oh yeah by 2 months) that he shouldn't take any orders from me. As i try to exsplain the basic fundamentals of RANKS, he doesn't take much interest in my exsplaining. I eventually let the argument slip because we didn't have time to argue amungst our selves. So the day went by as planned going door to door asking residents if they'd like to donate some bottles for our bottle drive, it was about midday when the Private tried roughing it up again. As we were leaving our last route to receive another one he desided that he could sit in the front seat of the car (where im supposed to sit) and so i try once more to exsplain the fundamentals of Ranks and my privilages. He still wouldn't budge from the front seat and so i tell the driver "We arn't going until he gets out of my seat." and so the driver calmly waits which i am very thankful for. As the argument rises to it's climax i open the door to the passenger seat and yell at him "Out!" he finnally said "Oh you're about as stubborn as a sack of hammers." and went off grumbling to the back seat i had finnally won the argument.
But as my luck would have it as the day went farther and farther on he tried pulling the exsact same thing again this time i was in no mood to be arguing again lets face it, i was tired, i smelt of beer and sticky pop, and i was very very pushed to the limit. And so as the argument started up again i yelled at him "Do you want me to get the IC!?" he replied back quite meakly "I don't care." he had been using those 3 words all day as he said them again this thought kept running in my mind. Im not allowed to touch another cadet, im not allowed to touch another cadet.That thought and the thought of losing my well earned reputation, if i was to strangle that other cadet, would be ruined. And so about halfway to getting to the IC i noticed that she was busy so i decided i wouldn't want to interrupt her for this stupid problem, so i went and got the person the private hates most, One of the Master Corperals. there would be no arguing with him and so i went and drug him over to yell at the private about 3 secconds after he started talking to the private, ZIP! He was out of the front seat and into the back like lightning. The show went on until home time there was many other arguments and many other points of the day that made me want to rough him up a bit but really whats the point of rules if you were to break them, so thankfully for the private i stuck to those rules and tried my hardest to not let him get the best of me.
The leason learned here, DON'T EVER LET SOMEONE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU!

CPL. Dubois
RCACC 3025 Service Battalion

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well i guess it's time to write my next blog so here it goes. For those who have just started reading my blog for the first time i am in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets i plan on joining the Canadian Reserves in 2-3 years time and hopfully the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. But right now lets just get you up to date. Since my last blog i have joined the Marksmen team boy what a surprise this one was, We have marksmen every friday exsept those few exseptions. I went to the seccond night of marksmen which was right after the christmas holidays. This time instead of doing standing shooting like we did the last time we had marksmen, We were in Prone Position (on your belly) seeing as we were shooting inside our HQ it probably wouldn't be the best idea to be shooting the 22 Calibers so we were stuck with the Daisy Air Riffles (Yes the riffle where you toss it at the target and it'll hit it before the Pellet does) anyway we were shooting this was probably my 4th time shooting a riffle this year. While i was shooting my riffle wasn't sited properly so i had to get a new one which was kinda a pain. Once with my new riffle boy did i ever rock. after the first few rounds on the individual targets compition shooting i handed in my targets found a few bullseyes the next thing i knew was that i was tied with one of the Corperals for best shooter in the core. Eventually i got knocked down to 5th but really being a Recruit who has shot a riffle only 4 times in their life thats pretty damn good. I was better then some of the senior cadets which was awsome to glotte about... well yeah. I got 141 points on my individual targets the best shooter was the sergeant at 164 not that far behind. The recruits my rank only had 40-60 points i swear when i heard how good i was doing it was a great surprise. Okay now that we're done with that story lets fast forward to last nights shooting\parade night. Well first things first we had to put shooting infront of parade night so in the end the time tallied up to 4 hours at cadets. Shortly after a nice shoot before paradenight i quickly jumped into the bathroom and put on my uniform. We were called out to form up on the parade square after hearing about our lessons and where we have to go the greenstars were on the parade square... oh goody. While we were doing our drill lesson about 10 minutes in i didn't feel all to great i began to feel dizzy and whoosy. I raised my arm and asked if i could sit down. About half way to the seat the parants swarmed me and my lieutenant grabbed my by the army and directed me towards a chair (Seeing as i couldn't see all to good) I sat there as the parents worried about my color. For about 20 minutes i sat there drinking 2 cups of water and i can of pop (they couldn't find any orange juice) and they gave me a gernola bar as well. I was able too see again after about 2 minutes sitting down. Luckly i was able to digest the gernola bar which meant i wasn't sick. I sat there and watched my Squad do drill. It was quite funny watching them get yelled at. They were standing at attention and some of them were looking at the Master Warrent officer (which you're not supposed to) He said "Quit looking at me" and gave them a long lecture in not looking around while at attention. Well then he said "The next one to look at me we are all doing pushups." and guess what one of the newer recruits just had to move his eyes at the MWO direction. Bam they had to do pushups the MWO did them with the squad as well after doing 5 pushups he said "And one for the Queen" which totalled it up to 6. Boy im glad i got all wonky before that. I can just barely do 12 without dying. Well there's my little story comment if you like ect ect. Bye Bye for now. CDT Dubois RCACC 3025 Service Battlion

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Continue from my last post... As i said in my last post while we were slipping notes with the Male Barracks room beside us one of the officers from the other core caught maddie. He stayed guard outside the coor and whenever we tried to open it he's pop out of no-where... Actually he was standing on top of a chair so we wouldn't see his feet when peeking under the door. Eventually i got bold enough to open it a crack when i no longer heared his radio going off and behold he wasn't there so i quickly assembled a note and slipped it under the mens dorm door. within minutes another note poped out from under out door but before we could settle down and read it my Captian came to (supposedly) wake us up from Forced Sleep, i swear when i heard his feet pounding down that hallway i never ran as fast as i did back to my bunk. Shortly after he got us up my Master Warrent officer came into the room and told us to get ready for a 3 hour hike, once again at 8 or 9 at night when it's pitchblack out i wasn't really up for it but you know being in the RCAC you have no objections. So i sorta willingly took the orders and got ready to meet outside. Once in the freezing tempertatures the first thing they gave us was glow sticks to put on our coats or combats whatever we were wearing. I looped mine around my zipper and waited for the next move, ofcourse at the time i had no idea what the hell i was doing but i just followed everyones lead they grouped us into ALpha, Bravo, and Charlie. I was in bravo which ment we were the seccond to go after ALpha each team or platoon or whatever you want to call it had 7-9 people in it. Once we were at the starting point we were told to go find checkpoint one, Well i didn't have to find it but Warrent officer and the I\C did so i just followed along trusting that i'll make it out of the dark forest alive, oh did i mention we were traveling through the bush in the dead of night with nothing to see but out faint glowsticks and those smart enough to bring head lamps, By the time we hit checkpoint six after traveling through a frozen river, and climbing steep to the point of cliff hills we had reached Hells Forest. The worst place emaginable, now think of dead fall, and times that by ten thousand and thats what hells forest looks like and times that by ten if you want to involve the pitch black night. Now knowing me in the RCAC and STILL afraid of the dark in some strange ways i tried to get out and as far away as possible from that place. That thought was short lived because we had to travel through it twice once from CP 6 to CP 7 and back to CP 8 which was close to CP 6. It was brutal lucky me being only 4"11 and close to the ground is an advantage when climbing over and under deadfall so i didn't fall, however i did stumble a few times. But other RCAC members wern't so lucky, Maddie who was with ALpha who joined up with us earlier banged up her knee pretty well luckly Master Cadet simpson one of the officers was following us and so he came as fast as he could excluding the grunting, cursing, and stumbling he had even though he did have a head lamp. They packed maddie into a tobagon and hauled her back to HQ. And Morgan sprained her ankle but she kept moving on. as for me i stumbled and jambed my leg on a sharp branch all i got out of that was a nasty bruise and a scrape. Once we were finnally done hells forest we headed past the Christian camp which was next to the military camp, funny how that works out eh. Before reaching the christian camp one of the sergeants made a joke as to how we should keep out voices down or they'll hunt us down and beat us with bibles. there was some giggling but it quickly hushed when one of the higher ranking cadets told us to well Shut the (explanitory) up. Finnally we were at our last check point but we were 100m off corse so we gave up looking for the glow stick and headed back to camp where i grabbed a chocolate muffin and nearly fell asleep in my chair while watching a movie over the projector. When i headed back to bed at around midnight i noticed that my stuff had been moved from the bottem bunk to the top bunk because maddie wasn't strong enough in the knee to haul heself up with her arms to the top bunk. it took me 2 attempts being so tired to try and pull myself up there and the beds taller then me so i eventually went and grabbed a chair and just jumped up. I didn't move out of my bed for a long time until 5am when i had to get up for fire pickett duty which ment 1 less hour of sleep then the other cadets. To Be Continued

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It was about 2 weeks ago when i went to my first FTX with the RCAC. We showed up at camp howard at 8:00pm friday night once we got there we were told to put everything we have into our barracks or dorms. Includding me there was 6 girls in our little 8x12 room with 3 bunk beds. There was another RCAC core that came with us to the camp (2012 KORC Cocrane Alberta) there was only 2 females that came from my core, Me and my Master Warrent Officer Watson. I guess it's safe to say that we were really packed into that room very tight. There was me, Maddie, Morgan, Jessie, Taylor, And MWO Watson. Shortly after we dropped off out packs and Kit we were told to bundle up nice and warm and report outside. 10 minutes later or so we were standing out in the cold mountain November air waiting for what we were going to do. "We are going to go on a little 1 hour hike." at 9:00pm I wasn't exsactly up for a hike but we went. It was about 10 steps in that i noticed wearing hard sole Combat Boots on the icy road wasn't the best move ever made about every 10 steps i took "Cuthunk!" I'd be laying the in snow bank with my fellow core mates passing me. it was about halfway in the hike when we were turning around to go back home that i started to feel a blister grow on my left foot. after a few more minutes it started to get even worse i was barely lifting my foot off the growned and my other foot was starting to get the familiar feeling of a blister as well. Once we got back to HQ i could already feel the back of my ankles feel very wet my best guess at the time was it was blood... Bingo! when i reached my bunk i took off my boot and behold the entire back of my ankles was covered in blood. I asked one of my mates for 2 bandaids and quickly slapped them on boy did that ever feel better i next tossed on 2 pairs of socks and slipped on my RCMP boots that my brother got me a few years ago. I marched back outside and took a look around seeing as it was dark out i just gave up and went back inside and went to sleep in my bunk. The next morning we woke up at 6am i rolled out of bed and did as we were told to do, dress warming and bring your toothbrush and toothpaste outside. We gathered outside by the firepit and water boiler, we picked and partner got one wash bison and huddled around the table and brushed our teeth and washed our face seeing as there was no showers at camp howard and no one was really up for jumping into the frozen river to wash themselves, we had to do the best we can with whatever we got. After dropping off my Hygine kit into my bunk i rushed back outside and behold my worst nightmare... Army rations for breakfast. My first army ration meal was 5 sausages and apple sauce (I came to like the apple sauce you'll know why sooner or later) and we actually recieved chewing gum thank the lord because that saved my life till lunchtime seeing as i didn't eat all my slippery slimmy exscuses for saussages. After we were done eating in the chalett we hurried outside to find out where we were going to have our classes. "Greenstars in the chalett, Redstars meet at the fire place, Silver stars go see Captain Watson." YEAY! i got the warmth of the chalett for my morning class i was sure glad that i wasn't going to be sitting in some snow bank waiting for some food to magically appear, instead i'll be in the chalett waiting for some food to magically appear. Our leasson was on how to dress warmly in our great Canadian Climet when going on hikes, shortly after out first class we were, you guessed it, sitting in the snowbank learning about how to fill and lantern and to turn it on. And after that one we were on for our survival we went out into the backwoods and built leanto's "Better build it well because you're sleeping in it tonight" Sergeant Edenger told us. well for me and my partner Maddie we only had the frame down. luckully sergeant was only scaring us so we'd build a good one we didn't have to sleep in it that night. Once we were finnished our shelters we made back for HQ where once again we had Army Rations for lunch this time i got scalloped potatoes and ham yum it was better then the sausages it sad that it ended so soon when i dumped it all over the floor, one again i had to wait for supper for more food. Atleast i got another packet of gum. After lunch we did something i never even heard about before, we had Forced Sleep for one hour we were told to "go to bed" but really we just sat in our bunks and fooled around i had my video camera handy and recorded and few videos including one when my captain came in and basically told us to shut up for being too loud and causing "Ruckus" but that didn't really stop us we ended up passing notes with the male dorms which was right beside our door we'd slip a noteunder their door and they'd slip a note under ours to see who wants to talk to who and who's cute ect ect. I eventually gave up and layed in my bunk but as maddie was about to slip the note under the guys door she opend ours and guess who Master Cadet Simpson was standing right beside it and said "Get back in there!" To be Continued...

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As you might have read in my last blog i and many others lost a friend this morning his name was Riley this is on a personal note just to help me pass my greiving i thought i'd write about it. He was best friends with 3 of my friends Breann, Miranda, And Shelby im kicking myself know from all the chances i had to talk to him. For me living in a small town in Northwest central Alberta Canada this is a pretty rare thing infact i never lost someone i knew before so this came as a great shock to me. Before my teacher read the Letter to the Parents on what is going on out loud she stated "I might cry while reading this" and i knew off the bat that something was wrong. In the opening of the letter it says "It is with great sadness that we learned this morning, Tuesday, November 20, 2007, of the untimely death of a grade 8 student at the River Valley School. The thoughts and prayers of all our students and staff are with the family at this difficult time." each time i read the paragraph even writing it right now brings tears to my eyes. when i heard the first words from our teacher my mind went blank my body ran cold i felt horrible when we found out who it was i quickly looked over at his girl friend. Her face was a shade of grey and she had an unreadable exspression on her face i look over at my friend she has the same look. After his girl friend burst into tears my friend did also i rushed over to hold her in my arms and to comfort her while she cries on my sholder when we leave the class i too finally burst into tears. I cried, I cried the hardest i ever cried 2 hours of tears 2 hours of sorrow 2 agonizing hours of watching my friends break down and bust into tears. I never knew it could happen to me i never knew it could hit so close to home i begin to fear for my friends. In a way Rileys death brought us closer then we ever were. In a way his death caused me to care more about my friends and my time with them. Oh how i keep kicking myself about just saying a hasty "Hello" when my freind introduced him to me my heart fills with regret everytime i remember his face. We all miss him dearly i don't think i can bare to go to school tomorrow but i must for the sake of my friends aid i need to be there to comfort them and support them through what ever lies ahead. Now that im done writing this i have burst into tears 3 times while writing this blog and now i must close this entry with 3 words that i hope i will never say again. REST IN PEACE Riley

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Today in my school, in my grade, we lost a grade 8 student. I had the chance of knowing him, he died this morning in his home. The police ruled his death as suspicious. He was committed to his friends today November 20th 2007 at the age of 13 years Riley passed away. We got the news from our teachers his Girl Friend Paige and his friends Miranda, Austin, Breann, Shelby, and many more will miss him dearly. A few people and I will be making a tribute for him at our school. I wish i had a chance to know him more. May you Rest In Peace Riley.

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Well im awake from a not so long sleep i think im turning into my mom can't sleep. Anyway as i said in my last post i'll tell you about my Rememberance Day cerimonies and well some of my mishaps. I arived at my school in uniform before the bell went, i was searching for Master Corperal Whales and Corperal Botham. They didn't show till later so i went around and showed some of my former teachers my uniform and eventually my principal asked if i wanted to do anything and ofcourse knowing me i always say yes. So he had me stand outside of the library and direct the legion members into there so they can sit on couches and talk. Once they were all in i was alowed to go in with Whales and Botham who finnally showed up. As we were waiting for the cerimony to get set up in the gym we had a chanced to talk to the legion members and their interesting stories of a Canadian Lance-Coperal who had a lion with a crown on his capbadge and he had another crown above it, now he went to britian durring WW2 and when the british soldiers saw his cap badge they suspected him to be a high ranking officer so they had honourguards escort him. It was a very funny story and they told of how their old uniforms had a some sort of handle on the back of their tunic they made jokes about how it would be used to toss them out of bars. after listening to some of the stories a vetran came up to me and said "Where you standing in the rain?" i answered no he exclaimed "Well because you're shrinking" being as short as i, i got the joke pretty quick and started laughing. Just before we were to go to the gym the two RCMP officers walked in decked out in red serge i couldn't help but thinking as i saw them, would i ever get to wear the red serge? Before we entered the gym i was asked to hold open the gym doors for the legion members to walk through. I ventred out of the library to hold open the door as the students where still flowing into the gym the smaller kids looked up at me in awe it was a somewhat great feeling. Once everyone one was in the gym legion members and all we stood at the very back by the bench. The 3 Army Cadets and 2 Air cadets waited for everything to begin. My schools band first played O'canada and as i saluted the news paper guy scuttled over and brought is camera close and took pictures of me saluting, i saw stars for the rest of the day. I felt a little down while my schools band was playing for i was supposed to be playing my Clarinet with them but instead had to march. after the legion members layed their wreaths my 2 fellow army cadets went to ley theirs as well, the air cadets asked if i'd like to go up with them to lay the wreath so im not stuck at the back all the time. And once again i said yes. "You want to chum around with the air cadets?" asked MC Whales "Yes i'd like to chum around with the pigeons do you mind?" i answered back he just looked at me then looked away. as they called the air cadets to go up i went with them carring the wreath in my right hand (bad mistake) with the other cadet carrying it in his left. As we reached the front and stopped i accidentally brought my left hand to a salute it was just about to my eyebrow till i realized what i was doing, i pulled it down as quickly as i could and a funny look came upon my face, one of embarrasment. as we layed down the wreath we saluted again this time with my correct hand, i couldn't see the air cadet out of the corner of my eye. (i held my salute far too long) my face grew redder as we marched back down the asle. (im sure the 2 RCMP officers in the back were giggling and it was clearly visible that my fellow cadets were as well) Oh the embarrassment wanted me to crawl into a black hole and to never return. I took my seat at the back. The school put on a slide show for the ones lost in WW2 about halfway through i started to cry though i was carful not to let anyone see, wiping the tears from my eyes before the lights flickered back on. I'll write more about the highschool cerimony and the lunch with the 2 RCMP officers in my next blog. if you go to my pictures you'll see the RCMP officer (one of them) that i ate with it showed up in the newspaper.

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Judging by the response with the comments i guess i'll go on with my blog (Don't mind the really horrible spelling through out this blog im tired) As i said in my last blog i am in the Royal Canadian Army Cadets i have been since september 10th 2007 so far i havn't attained a rank exsept cadet and i'm still only a green star but i can tell you im probably the most successful person in my rank judging by Cadet Weisses unresponses to orders i guess i'll shoot up the ranks quicker then him (actually my Master Warrent told me that) So far i have been to biatholon though it was only a summer biatholon which meant there's no snow so you gatta run! I'm not so big on the running thing i'm only 4"11 and i probably won't grow past 5 feet (my goal is 5 feet GROW LEGS GROW) Anyway back to biatholon well in total i ran 3 KM (1 mile) we ran a 1 KM loop then shot on my first target i got 2 targets out of 5 in a 10 metre length then i ran the loop again and got 3\5 on the next shot (we where shooting Daisy Pump riffles i swear you can toss the riffle and it'll hit the target before the pellet) and shortly after shooting i ran the KM loop again, well not really ran, i ran about 50-100 meatres then slowed to a walk, a really bad idea. I ran and walked the whole thing until the home stretch, i came around the corner at a run then my fellow corperals and sergeants where pushing me on for the remaining 100m and i can tell you being like me a person who dispises running more then anything, running that home stretch pushed me beond my limit abput 50m in my legs were ready to give out and my lungs wern't takning enough air but i kept running right past the line (suprised the guy was still there because i was the last one to run to the end) Once i passed the line i stopped dead in my tracks nelt over and tried to breath, another mistake, but if i would've stood straight i most certainly would've fainted (which i didn't want to do in front of my leutenaunt) But as we were leaving what the best reward of all, i recieved a bronze biatholon pin which was to go on my uniform (later lost it while switching seats in the van)And later on that day after i begged my captian to pull over in the next town because i had to pee real bad from the 3 letres of water i drank before we left i found out which place i got at the store. I recieved 6th place out of 20 girls my Master Warrant officer would've gotten 1st but instead got 3rd from a penalty for not wearing saftly glasses on the shooting. i was amaized at what place i got even though i came in last on the running i did well on the shooting. I hope you liked this blog i'll tell you about my Rememberance Day Cerimonies and my little mishaps tomorrow. For right now im going to check my youtube account then go to bed.

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I must say it is quite awkward to be creatinga blog but here it is and this is what i'm going to write about for the blog, I am in the RCAC (Royal Canadian Army Cadets) i hope to join the Canadian Reserves but not in atleast 3-4 years yet depending on when i get my grade 10. I also have a youtube account with 77+ videos, care to wonder what i make? I create tribute videos for police officers, firefighters, Canadian Forces (for those serving in afghanistan and left us) and the main one is the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) you see after im done with the Reserves i want to join the RCMP and hopfully fill out a nice career, My oldest brother is planning on joining the RCMP after he's done his collage education. i have 2 older brothers they make me laugh, make me fustrated, thats everything into a brother isn't it? my other older brother hopes to become a journalist if only he dug his head out of his butt and finnish highschool but he is brilliant and smart. I grew up with one Parrent, my mom, there's no other parrent i'd choose then her. Well so far this is my blog i hope you like it e-mail me if you want me to post more perhaps of my stories of my short time with the RCAC.

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