mighty frozen trench foot

this is hans Poot, reporting from HQ. the two days of racing up in glouchester were a terrific display of shell shocking glory. there was something for everyone; chaos, crashem'ups, and crazy detailing of otherwise designless conditions. after Saturdays race, i tried to write a poem about my worst fears. however, the capillaries in my fingers seized up, and i was sent into paralysis for a spell. cheers to our competitors, cheers to the fans, and cheers to the Gods for touching us with biting cold and blissfull sea breezes. i only hope that my team mates do not consume too much proccessed glucose [glazed, caramelized, or peanut filled] because every one knows that the real sweets are to be found in the pleantiful earth fruits.
so drop your reeses and go pick some apples with a comrade or comradine!
thanks to the recent nato relief drop, Bravo squad will be heading to the MAC zone. we have found friendlies and friendly fire to make our descente flack-tastic and emergency landing ready. brilliant stuff all around. more to follow. poot out.
ps, viva la direct0r Sporteef!