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T Minus...It was cloudy this morning as we started training. I found the perfect spot for the concealment exercise and got settled, keeping my fingers crossed that they wouldn't find me too soon. The finger crossing worked. My spot was so perfect, that—come lunchtime—they still hadn't found me. Keeping still, and moving only in tiny increments when I had to, was probably the hardest bit of work I did all morning.
Not being found is quite an achievement. One with tangible benefits to boot.
We had to repeat the exercise in the afternoon. My perfect hiding spot was still just as perfect as it had been during the morning. Until the sun came out.
I'm either the most unobservant clot on the planet, or for far too long I've had far too many people around me making sure I don't screw up. I never even considered that, with the sun out, a small corner of human-shaped shadow might give me away. Until it did.
I'm told that being observant is a skill. I'll better start learning.
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