Weather and War - Part II

"The weather’s been moody out here in this vast desert. This morning began with a family of thunderclouds, distant cousins to the serrated zeppelins that have obscured the sun for days now. Between 0900 and 1600, it rained maybe three times. Each shower turned the world into mud, and each stretch of dry instant heat absorbed large amounts of it. I am still amazed at how quickly a little rain turns this place so sloppy, and followed by a little sun how rapidly it dries. The weather feels phony, like a poorly arranged set on a stage, and I am dumbfounded by this strange anomaly called the passage of time. The sun is like a bright metronome, slowly marking the days with vivid regularity.

There have been some dust storms as well, but the vast majority of the time it is simply getting hotter. We’re not even into June yet, but today the mercury climbed to 105. Absorbed by all this parched land, metal, machines and weaponry, the heat is a force to be reckoned with. You can get a sun-tan line on your head simply by walking the ¾ mile to the chow hall. You can break out in a full body sweat within five minutes of putting on your body armor."
Wordsmith at War