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tashabear
tashabear
the fog
Last night, I went out about midnight to go to the latrine. I opened the door, looked up, and was awestruck -- the fog was so thick I could barely see the tent behind mine, and the latrines beyond it were utterly obscured. (The tent behind mine is a scant 25 feet away; the latrines are maybe 25 feet beyond that.) It was so thick that I did something I never do. I went back into my tent and got my reflective belt -- I didn't want to risk getting hit by a humvee when I'm just trying to go potty.

It was eerie. Five feet in front of me was all soft-focusy and misty, but in my immediate vicinity, it was in sharp focus and really well-lit. The light from the light sets was reflected by the fog, and so it was actually a lot brighter out than usual. It was like something out of a Stephen King novel, or one of the Silent Hill video games. I almost expected a zombie to come lurching out of the mist at me.

I was outside for maybe ten minutes, having a smoke before bed, and when I went back in, my hair was wet. Well, dampish. I'm glad I didn't have to work the gates like the Security Forces did; I'd have been soaked.

Today, the ground was damp, and there are signs that would have made me think that it rained, except that I would have heard it. I thought about trying to take a picture, but I'm not sure I would have been able to do it justice. It's actually still a little foggy, but not too bad. Had the visibility been even somewhat obscured, I would have worn my reflective belt to work today, too.

i feel: hungry hungry

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sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: December 7th, 2005 08:01 pm (UTC) (base camp)

Downrange

One of the things a city girl like myself remembers fondly about Army life is the up-close-and-personal encounters with nature.

Thick fog, dark nights, bright stars, big old silver moons, the fragrances of the different woods you burn for warmth...

Then again, I remember hiking into what I thought was deep woods for privacy to pee, and hearing "Hi, there, Sergeant R----!" Those M113 crews were artists with camouflage.
1 trip or shoot the rapids