Wednesday, April 27, 2005


" The day before last the temperature soared, the temperature spiking in the triple digits. Although the air was thick with heat the real misery came from the unforgiving glare of the desert sun. As the hard rays poured down like an incandescent waterfall the FOB became a very different place. Soldiers still moved across the FOB, but the meandering paths of spring were replaced by dagger straight lines that minimized the distance between buildings. The only superfluous movement was the distorted atmospheric dance of air boiling off of tin roofs."
365 and a Wakeup


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