I have become acutely aware of all the sounds surrounding meat camp, there is a cachony of noise here, inside, out side, the sources are too numerous to list. Some of the sounds/noise is pleasant and reminds me of home, some of the sounds/noise are less so. But everyday the backdrop of this place is a steady stream of sounds/noise. In the morning on the sounds around the track are a soothing mixture of geese flying overhead, trucks and carts coming and going into and out of the camp, voices of the men, screaming from the men, laughing and whistles and bravero. Then there is the planes taking off from the air base next door, and the helicopters coming and going. It all comes together in a melodict morning concert. It all changes when I walk into the barracks, here I'm greeting by yelling, screaning,whistles, laughter, in a variety of languages and slange from the street and all over. Add to that the constant noise of the fans, the constant hum of the machinery that runs the place, the sounds of the showers and toilets and the echo's of the men in the bathroom. The humming of the lighting above, then throw in the constant radio's with competing music. Into the kitchen, the TVs, the racket of the guys cooking and cleaning, the hum of the exhaust fans, the barking of the COs, the undercurrent of the wise cracks and comments. It's constant, it's 24/7, it's the symphony of the Camp.
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