It was raining and I decided to still park a mile away and walk to the conference. I knew my feet would be wet but I really didn’t mind.
If it ain’t raining, we ain’t training.
That was our motto for years. We spent days in the rain and mud. It wasn’t too bad while it was warm but in the cold was a totally different experience.
We spent the night outside in the jungle during a tsunami. That was interesting.
Spent hours circling a small building in the rain without any kind of rain gear. The radio was well protected so the higher ups were happy.
I remember laying in a pool of mud while zeroing in the 60. Freezing.
One Friday we were stuck on a hill in the slow, cold rain. They forgot to pick us up.
I am well versed in misery.
Today I had a smile on my face. A few hours of wet feet makes me remember the rain that fell years ago.
10 thoughts on “Wet Shoes”
I love the motto. And all the hints of so many experiences in this slice.
I love the line “I am well versed in misery.” Thanks for writing a post that reminds me to be extra appreciative of the fact that there are people who are willing to endure all sorts of discomfort and misery so that my children and I have the freedom to go to our warm, safe, dry schools in a warm, safe car wearing warm, safe rain boots to keep our feet dry on mornings like this one.
Wow, this was an amazing post! I love the motto!
That contrast was amazing. To all the people complaining about a bit of rain, they should read this.
I agree with Lisa. I found the small clues about your experiences to be intriguing. It made me want to know more!
thank you for the kind words!
I used to hate the rain now I appreciate it much more!
that motto was drilled into us. It became who we were.
Never thought of it from a civilian point of view, nice!
I don't know where the line came from but it just fits.
Thanks for you kind words!