In the army we didn't camp, it was bivouacking. Didn't carry any utensils other than a mess kit and a shovel. On two occasions when on a bivouac I was "forced" to move from a tent to a barracks the afternoon before a downpour. Damn, I hated that, when those guys came in they were like drowned rats, soaked to the skin and covered with mud. The lightning and thunder did keep me from a sound sleep though. We "camped" at Camp McCoy, WI one time and I told the guy that had the other tent half, let's not pitch our tent with all the rest of these troops which is what we did. The next morning the 1st shirt said where were you last night, we needed you for guard duty, again, Damn, sorry I missed it.
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