That happened with alarming regularity while on course. The MLVW (Troop/cargo Truck) would return from dropping guys at the butts, an Instructor Master Corporal would hop out of the truck and ask: "We got some time before they are done setting up, who needs to go on a bank run?" Being cooped up in barracks for weeks made any chance to get into town a veritable vacation, but nothing ever came for free in the army, and some guys never learned that. Every time some dim witted fool would stick his hand up and eagerly say; "I need to go on a bank run Master Corporal." and start walking to the truck. The MCpl would be ear to ear with a grin, "Alright, you see that bank up there, (pointing to the 600m berm) run to it." and the forlorn fellow would set off, once he had gotten a little ways off, the MCpl turn the remainder would say; "We do things as a team here, if one goes on a bank run, you all go on a bank run." and with that life in the Administration area of the range become worse than doing run down drills and actual weapons qualifications.