And I swear, the coldest night of my life was spent in a foxhole at AP Hill, in water up to my *ss, in 32-degree weather.
Brrrr. I thought I was a goner.
And I swear, the coldest night of my life was spent in a foxhole at AP Hill, in water up to my *ss, in 32-degree weather.
I still lack feeling in my left big toe, a wintertime reminder of Ft A.P. Hill and the nightime guarding of a "hasty" minefield.