The Rain In Africa

It rained last night and it was an incredibly violent thunderstorm. I became aware of it at about 0300 this morning when a thunderclap just about bounced me out of my rack. Imagine, if you will, eight drowsy, disoriented, field grade officers dressed only in underwear, in the pitch black scrambling to find our K-pots and body armor. First thought was incoming and we were heading to the bunkers, then we realized it was just a thunderstorm (if it had been incoming I am confident none of us would have made out of the tent. As I think back on it I can hear the background circus music in my head. The professional expression for the situation is: Cluster Fuck). While the thunder boomers were going off I could not believe the volume of rain coming down. Looking out the door of our hooch, it was like a waterfall. It tapered off to a light rain in about 20 minutes and that died out about mid-day. The camp is a giant mud bog right now. Walked to the shop through ankle deep mud. When the sun finally did come out, the humidity jumped to about a bazillion percent. It is like it was at 140th Gettysburg magnified by about a factor of a hundred. Almost need gills to breath the air it is so wet. I think hot and dry was better, it probably won't rain again while I am here. Let's hope not. My hooch leaks.

P.S. Remember Pearl Harbor!

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD