That looks like every exercise I've ever been on. Even when getting the crap shelled out of me in Bosnia, I found a bit of time to climb a tree and feed the birds.
I mean, who didn't?
That bloke that had to have the place to escort the prisoner pointed out to him? That was 'The Wig' on Salisbury Plain, mate. I could do more gear than Iggy Pop in one night, and still manage to find that place blindfolded and 'drape cam'