Outside Its Cold...

...misty and it's raining. We've got each other, and we're all complaining. (With apologies to Rod Stewart)

It's all raining and nasty off and on around here lately. And when that happens the roads on the FOB take on a quality not unlike a melting Wendy's Frosty. Along with that there's the mud that clings with a tenaciousness not unlike that of the limestone clay based soil back in Texas. Of course we're all bitching now about the cold and rain and a few months from now we'll be bitching about how hot it is...again.

To most folks back home, the weather is something that slows down their commute, ruins their golf game, picnic or barbecue. To the soldier the weather is our environment, it's part of our battle plan, it's my workspace and until I joined the Army I was never so aware of the weather as I became. And then I went to flight school and became a semi-weather expert. The weather can complicate or help things...sometimes even both at the same time.

There's an old Army saying that, "If it ain't raining, then you ain't training."
There's an even older saying that, "it's a soldier's right to bitch"...or so I've been told...Oh yeah, and don't forget to wear your 9mm pistol on the outside of your fleece jacket or the CSM will stop you and say, Bad Warrant Officer...and narc you out to Daddy. And I'm not EVEN started bitching yet. :)