
Walking through a field in a boy scout camp. Under a large shade tree, two boys are playing with a stack of plastic funnels near a green garden hose. I am wearing a light brown scout shirt. I pick up one of the funnels the boys have dropped and use it to fill up a plastic canteen shaped like the army one I used to carry. When I’m done, I see Mr. Armbrust and go talk to him. He asks if I ever got an award for being a founding member of our troop. When I say no, he tells him about the troop now, how the new leader is a military man and how big the troop is now. He says, "its mess kits everywhere." I tell him that we started the troop because we didn’t like big troops like that, the ones that went camping in a school bus outfitted with portable generators.
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