Beats sleeping on a rusty bed frame in a damp cave infested by wild boars and lions in groups of sixteen, living off a ration of 25g of bread a day, and having to gather your drinking water from little puddles on the ground. Staff? Ha! When we wanted to pee in the bushes, we had to fight our way through a battalion of Wehrmacht stormtroopers. Nine men died because the hole we dug to take a crap was right in sight of an MG pocket. Did we complain? Hell no, we enjoyed our holidays like men! What a relief it was from our grinding every-day routine. But it looks as though kids these days would rather sit at home playing their video games than catching some fresh air as we did back in the day.