The elements and fatigue take their toll on Donald as he walks in the desert, and is later tooting like a calliope in the heat. Donald's commander orders the unit to halt, and Donald is shocked by how many miles he has marched, which are marked on the soldier ahead of him in addition to his pack!
As Donald tries to get some sleep, the tent finally rips in half and then the peculiar snoring patterns of his fellow soldiers - bugler, drummer, machine gunner, mortar artilleryman - keep waking him up. But he is so tired that he passes out from exhaustion!
Donald sees dinner being served and excitedly rushes to grab some food, but not until he sets up his tent. It takes Donald only seconds to pitch his tent, but a series of mishaps cause it to unfurl!
After many failed attempts, it is nighttime, and Donald has still not managed to put up his tent. An exhausted, hungry and very tired Donald then throws some water on it, causing it to shrink and prop up in place!
Donald, an Army private, is on an all-day march with his unit. He keeps up his enthusiasm for the first few miles, but fatigue and unforgiving weather conditions soon take their toll on him.