"Purple bruise
On my knee . . ."

I cannot prone down onto floor of the parade square anymore; my elbows and knees are bruised from leaping from an upright position into a lying position. It becomes increasingly difficult to get up from the floor again - my right hand becomes too weak to push my body up - to the extent that I have to twist my body to my side before I use my leg to prop myself up.

Shouting "Bang! Bang! Bang!" makes me loose my voice; besides that, we have to echo commands. It's very taxing upon my throat. Thanks to Sergeant Elson who buys Strepsils for us.

For now those purple spots on the parts of the body that make direct contact with the ground are the main areas of attraction and concern.