The first day there we were in a outdoor Sunday service and I was almost sick from the heat. Of course the fact I had just gotten off the plane less then twelve hours before didn't help matters.
The one of the missionary ladies slipped me her water bottle and I was able to do my part without disgracing myself by passing out.
Our soldiers have been facing the same thing in Iraq. Would it surprise you to learn I had a poem for this occasion as well? It refers to the shadows.