Kids. I'm serving with kids. Clueless kids who don't know they're born. There they were, all through the morning's field craft class, giving me stick about using camouflage paint. Then, over lunch, they have to get into an argument on whether girls should wear makeup or not.

As if they even knew the first thing about it. Maybe it was the heat. Usually I keep well away from pointless stuff like this. But today… ah, well. In the end they came down on a no makeup rule for their girlfriends and our subsequent discussion went something like this:

"Explain again why they shouldn't wear makeup?"

"Because it looks gross. Unnatural."

"Really. Tell me something: am I wearing makeup right now?"

Two guys climb half into my lap to inspect my face.

"No. Of course not."

"And you know that… how?"

Which is how I ended up conducting a makeup class during free time. Just to show them how stupid their comments were, of course.