Cross-posted from Straight from the Horse’s Heart, Dec. 15, 2013
A Christmas Story for the Wild Ones
Reprint from December 11, 2010:
He checked the time again. Not an easy maneuver as he had to take his right glove off, shove the left cuff of his parka up, peel back the wrist band of his left glove and then hit the backlight button on his Casio $19.99 special. Only bought the stupid thing because of the digital thermometer feature it offered and now he wished it didn’t have it as it chilled his insides just looking at the numbers, 33 degrees inside the protection of his parka.
The shivering cold almost kept him from observing the time, 2148 hrs; he thought that was what it said eons ago. If it weren’t for the seconds blinking and counting down he would have sworn that the watch had frozen and no longer worked. He tapped the crystal just for good measure and recoiled a bit as the tip of his index finger reverberated with pain from the simple move. Almost frost bitten he readjusted his left sleeve and hurriedly put his right glove back on.
‘Rotten cold’ he thought. Brought back memories of sleeping in ditches in Afghanistan in the dead of winter, thoughts he could have lived without. Read more>>