A Wasted Trip.

Is what Husband had on Sunday. He came home again Monday. He arrived at the Army Camp about 9:30pm on Sunday. I got a phone call at 11pm, he'd been trying to sort out a bed. They didn't have one for him, and he ended up kipping on someone's floor. I got another phone call about 9:30am monday morning on my way to work, to say he shouldn't be there, and is coming home. So either the RAF at his end, or the Army at the other end miscommunicated. I'm thinking the Army, seeing as there was another person there that shouldn't have been. He's got to go again in September.