Today's field note from Sgt. Puppy and the morning watch at Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont.
Camp Puppy Haven, Vermont. The covered bridge in. The general store. The mudroom, still in use. The woodpile, down to the last cord. Beyond that, it's us.
It was Friday, May 29th. The black flies were out in Camp Puppy Haven, warm enough to be trouble. We were working the morning watch out of Leaf Pile Reconnaissance. My partner's Murph. The boss is Captain Otis. My name's Puppy.
A man had gone out to split the last of the wood. He came back in faster than he went out. The black flies had opinions. We logged it and moved on.
Sgt. Puppy's Field Notes are published most weekday mornings.
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Standard issue at Camp Puppy Haven: tees, sweatshirts, and hoodies for the humans on morning watch
