re: #279 LGoPs

Well at least you had something to drink. We had to lick the moisture off aphids to survive…

Well, it was a mud puddle in me granddad’s day, so we called it a mud puddle, but it was really just a mucky bit of ground. In the middle of an artillery range! Aye, there was three hundred and six of us kids, growing up in the muck on an artillery range…