Challenge time - one sentence, as many words as you can manage, NWTC.
Have at it.
I sat shivering in the cold wind, wondering if the doctors really could attach the broken, frozen bits, but not bits of my manhood, thank you very much, those being very well protected, when the First Sergeant gave the incredible, no, unbelievable order for all of us to report to the mortar range to assist in cleaning up the many buffalo who had died that very morning in a freak training accident – the very morning I had frozen off my many bits trying to recover the MK 108 that had slid down the long icy path, known as Dead Mans Turn, near the infamous Mississippi range complex after being used to direct the many F-4 supported CAS missions, whose thundering blasts, from the multiple 500 and 1000 pound bombs, caused a herd of buffalo to stampede onto the distant mortar range, the very ones we were being ordered to collect as evidence for use in a possible courts-martial trail of the Range Control officer in charge, a well respected and careful man, well known and repected despite being an Army Captian and West Pointer.
170+ - I had to stop, I was laughing so hard. Forget the manatee, remeber the buffalo......
for the record, I HATE frozen C rats.....