This is exactly what happened to me, and it does seem to dovetail nicely with Army logic. I’ve been in Kovoso for about 10 days now and it is has been noticeably colder, wetter, and foggier– nothing at all like the conditions I was preparing in at Ft. Bliss.

The absurdity came to me as I was sitting in a hot, stuffy, humid warehouse, trying on thick, oversized and heavily insulated Danner boots that were almost clown shoes in scope, and foofy mittens that made my hands look like bear paws. Meanwhile, the temperature was 92°F / 33.3°C.

When I thought back to my earliest cartoons about the insane reality that had me prepping for “desert warfare” in the Middle East in wintery Ft. McCoy, I felt like I had truly come full circle in my life.

Keeping the mystery in the relationship? Yeah, I never know what goofball idea is going to come next.