Holland-ed

Surfing through friend's Blogs today, I had a flashback of an incident that happened during those "green days" of conscription.
As the story goes, a group of cadets were on a navigation exercise. Prior to it all, one must prepare something called an NDS, navigation data sheet (or something like that...it eludes me....after all these years). So, one picks up an NDS (which is supposed to help you find your way through sometimes rather dense jungle), and heads out towards the designated checkpoints. The faster you finish, the more time you have to rest when you return. Rest was always a commodity during conscription.
So as the exercise progressed, you overhear the radio traffic (all channels are open as far as the control point is concerned). After all while, a group of rather distressed cadets radio in for guidance. The conversation goes like this:

*****Static*****
Cadet: Sir...we are lost, and it's getting dark
Sir: Roger, which checkpoint are your heading towards now?
Cadet: Checkpoint Delta.
Sir: And your previous checkpoint?
Cadet: Er.....****Sssstatic*****Tango Sir.
Sir: Roger, so you had just completed Checkpoint Tango, and heading towards Delta?
Cadet: ****Er.....yes Sir.***Ssstatic****
Sir: Roger, now can you describe your surroundings to me, any notable landmarks?
Cadet: *****SSSSsssstatic*****
****LONG PAUSE****
Cadet comes onto the radio again, enlightened.
Cadet: Sir! We got it, there are many trees around us!
Sir is speechless.

Oh those were the days....and hence the term, Holland-ed. One navigates from the Equator all the way to Holland.