The first full day of band camp was devastating.
My back is already starting to feel the drumming pains and I split open my thumb running to the showers at 10:30pm. Couldn't really see anything.
The war is over.
A neutral third party had intercepted an attack on cabin 6. Significant progress was made while carrying out the attack on Jake Roman, so cabin 7 considers the war to be a victory. Jake was carried outside of his cabin, on his way to the beach, when the attack was unfortunately ended.
Progress was made out on the field today. I learned my first page of drill. None of the bass drums knew what they were doing, but Reese explained the field system to me, Brandon, and the other basses. I wonder when I'll get all of my dots instead of having only a relative location for most of them...