It was one of those truly miserable days. The temperature hovered in the mid to high thirties and a nearly constant rain. If the showers slackened off at all, a heavy mist ensured that everyone remained chilled to the bone. The mud was everywhere, even in the areas with patches of the now mostly brown grass. In short, perfect weather for trench foot if one didn't take care of himself or his buddy. But these were Soldiers training for war, and as us old geezers used to say about this type of climate, "Perfect weather for training!" Besides, a little...