Personal Narrative: My First Cold War
Somewhere in Fort Sill, Oklahoma around eleven, a command came down over the radio, telling the Battalion we are packing up and heading back to the motor pool. I looked out the window, out into the night, all I could see looking out the window the rain fell and the cold air surrounded us; my sleeping bag did nothing to keep me warm. Nevertheless, I knew I had to get moving before it hit. I jumped out of the truck, into the ice-cold rain; I shivered from the shock of the cold icy rain hitting the nap of my neck. I started moving to pick up the ammo we put down for the launchers, as my driver Fav and I moved to the back of the truck we could feel the rain turn to ice and that is when I knew the night would be a long one. Once finished we got back in
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When Fav and I got into his car we were going to turn the heater on full blast to try and warm up, but it was a lost cause, as the car would not start. Therefore, we had to take some MRE warmers and boil some water to melt the ice that got on the engine. After an hour of doing this, we finally melted enough ice to be able to start the car. We quickly turned on the heater to full blast to warm up, when the heater finally warmed up it was no help because we were almost home anyway. We grabbed what gear we really need too, ran into our building, and rushed to our room. As I fumbled to use my key card to open the door with the icicle’s I called fingers now, I could hear the storm rage on outside all I could think of was the warm bath was going to take to warm up my soul. When I finally got the door to my room opened I barged in dropped my gear and stripped off the ice covered clothes I had on, I then jump into the tub and started a hot bath it felt like I was in a hot spring on top of a mountain. After all this, the cold never really bothers me anymore, but I do love hot baths
When Fav and I got into his car we were going to turn the heater on full blast to try and warm up, but it was a lost cause, as the car would not start. Therefore, we had to take some MRE warmers and boil some water to melt the ice that got on the engine. After an hour of doing this, we finally melted enough ice to be able to start the car. We quickly turned on the heater to full blast to warm up, when the heater finally warmed up it was no help because we were almost home anyway. We grabbed what gear we really need too, ran into our building, and rushed to our room. As I fumbled to use my key card to open the door with the icicle’s I called fingers now, I could hear the storm rage on outside all I could think of was the warm bath was going to take to warm up my soul. When I finally got the door to my room opened I barged in dropped my gear and stripped off the ice covered clothes I had on, I then jump into the tub and started a hot bath it felt like I was in a hot spring on top of a mountain. After all this, the cold never really bothers me anymore, but I do love hot baths