I lay down in the sleeper and I still wake up in the middle of whatever is doggin me in the brain. Not sure its a noise or a jolt. Damn reefer kicks off with a helluva thump and the APU does too. Sometimes the cold gets in and turns me into that dude on perimeter watch. I stood in the foxhole one night with water up to my knees, turning to ice, waiting for the moon to come up and that kind of cold never leaves ya. Sometimes its in Germany, the big H or the Flick, 75 below when you factor in the wind and that brain freeze happens. Just like eating ice cream too fast, only this comes about with that crisp air. It really is breathtaking. That same winter I woke up with a yell because that type of freeze had given me the ache so bad it hurt. My face was the only thing exposed from the extreme cold weather bag. Fyle lit a cigarette while laying on top of the. 8in powder cans and rounds in the back of the 548. Just memories that pop up in the middle of the weird shit that lights up on the nerve endings in the gray mush .
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 00:19:37 +0000
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