PrintJanuary 28, 2007
Answering the call
It was one of those truly miserable days. The temperature hovered in the mid to high thirties and a nearly constant rain. If the showers slackened off at all, a heavy mist ensured that everyone remained chilled to the bone. The mud was everywhere, even in the areas with patches of the now mostly brown grass. In short, perfect weather for trench foot if one didn't take care of himself or his buddy.But these were Soldiers training for war, and as us old geezers used to say about this type of climate, "Perfect weather for training!" Besides, a little adversity never hurt anyone, and at any rate, they would have to do their job in all climates and weather conditions. At least no one was shooting at them - today.The training was on the critical task of surviving in a chemical, biological and radiological environment, the schedule was tight, so putting it off until better weather was not an option. On went the bulky protective suits, on...(Read Full Article)
