BigSaltyDog

  Chapter 4: The Tactical Dip The "unscheduled, tactical refreshment break" was already devolving into exactly the kind of chaos Sergeant Salty had feared. He sat stiffly on the tartan blanket, nursing his tea and watching his two separate squads mingle like oil and... well, oil and even more oil, but with jam. Ye Olde Large Lad was now competing with Giggles in a scone-eating contest, while McFinleyyy was attempting to teach Snaps how to properly angle a selfie stick to include the waterfall and his own impressive beard simultaneously. Salty was just starting to feel the warmth of the tea soothe his frayed nerves when the next complication arose, delivered, predictably, by Sarah and Susan. "Sarge," Sarah began, adopting a tone of utmost seriousness that Salty immediately recognized as a prelude to something deeply unserious. "We've completed the sustenance phase of the tactical break." "Indeed, Sergeant," Susan continued, nodding solemnly. ...

    Chapter 2: The Misfits' Own Adventure While Sergeant Salty and his intrepid (if slightly disheveled) team were conquering the heights of Glenbarrow, the remaining members of his motley crew were embarking on their own, distinctly less strenuous, "training exercise." This involved a carefully orchestrated maneuver to secure the prime picnic spot near the lower, more accessible stretches of the Owenass River. Leading this parallel operation was Private First Class Seamus "McFinleyyy" Finley, a man whose surname possessed three 'y's, allegedly to reflect the three distinct shades of ginger in his beard. McFinleyyy, usually found in a perpetual state of cheerful bewilderment, was today surprisingly focused. His mission: a tactical deployment of the picnic blanket. "Right lads and lassies!" McFinleyyy declared, gesturing with an unopened packet of Tayto crisps. "Phase one: secure the perimeter! Ye Olde Large Lad, you're on blanket deplo...