Spring Rain

This morning, in lieu of wearing our normal PT gear, we all came to work in sweats, combat boots, and carrying our gas masks and chemical suits. The idea was a morning full of drills.

At muster time it was overcast. As we waited for our company commander it started to sprinkle. And by the time we were in the throws of quarters the sky had opened with a vengeance and pelted us with hard, cold, sideways rain. Our clothes were soaked. We were shivering uncontrollably. The drills were cancelled and now I’m at home early eating hot crumpets and drinking copious amounts of black coffee.

It’s been a great morning.