Rainy day, in bed

It was unbelievably tough at times, to the point I was scared of the coming days. I was always tired and falling asleep. Sometimes it felt like it would be too much - the field pack too big, cookhouse food too terrible, expectations too high.

I'm not sure if I could tell someone else, "Do it! You won't regret it." There were times I was really hurting, times I couldn't breathe, times I cried, times I wanted to crawl in a hole and just die.

But there were people I admired, very much. People I learned from just by watching them, and people who would sit down and teach me. There were a lot of stupid jokes and laughter, but also a lot of serious conversations and long silences.

I watched my friends struggle and break down; I witnessed them fight and shine brightly. I know all of us would rather have spent these three months doing something else, but all things considered I think it wasn't a waste of time for most of us. MOCC has left deep and far reaching ripples.

Thank you everyone, including WL who wrote a marching song that included all 67 of us, Moses aka Nutella, sweaty Chee Hoo and 2IC Jon. Let's live a good one.