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            <title>It&apos;s cold and snowy today</title>
            <description><![CDATA[No sunbeams. How apt.

However, that brings up something else.&nbsp; 

Earlier this week I did a post about the things we warriors do to newbies as a part of the assimilation process.

This morning, SWWBO asked me to step outside to take a picture of her in her winter Farmer SWWBO outfit.&nbsp; You should check out her new farm blog&nbsp; (good pics of Buffy the Coyote Slayer and Gunner) and the pics from San Juan on her original blog, btw.


It's snowy.&nbsp; And cold.&nbsp;&nbsp; And the back looks out over rolling hills and forest with a fence in the distance, across a cleared field.&nbsp; Which triggered a memory, of a very cold and snowy day in January 1981, when young 2LT Armorer peered at the Border during a stint of border duty.&nbsp; Cold.&nbsp; Snowy.&nbsp; The forest was all evergreen, vice the elms, oaks, maples and beech we have 'round here.

Another thing that will always trigger a reverie is the smell of diesel exhaust on a cold, nose-hair-crinkling morning or evening.&nbsp; The smell that I always associate with the sleepy&nbsp;words, &quot;Lariat Advance&quot; which would&nbsp;blat from the telephone at zero-dark-thirty in the morning as your unit was alerted, probably for a drill.&nbsp; But I remember a couple of times in those early 80's when the words &quot;Lariat Advance&quot; came during tense times when Reagan and Brezhnev were having a staring contest.&nbsp; That was always a sphincter-tightening moment.]]></description>
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            <title>Comment from MAJ Arkay on 2008-12-02</title>
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                <![CDATA[&quot;Lariat Advance.&quot; &nbsp;My first one involved a beautiful spring morning, a Jeep with a dicey hood and an excitable major, who insisted on driving. &nbsp;When the Jeep hood flew open and blocked the major's vision, I leaned out and guided him to the side of the road. &nbsp;He didn't want to drive anymore.....<br />
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I've gotten two o-dark-early phone calls since returning from Germany many long years ago. &nbsp;In both cases, I&nbsp;was up and moving before I'd even answered the phone, and automatically answered with rank and name. &nbsp;My younger brother was a little startled...<br />
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            <title>Comment from Dave on 2008-12-02</title>
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                <![CDATA[Triggers for me.<br />
We had a a&nbsp; electrical panel being built at the place I work, it had a alarm inside it. The tech triggered it and it sounded just like the NBC alarms from the late 70's, For a moment I was looking for my mask,. <br />
Walking by a diner in town in the am smells just like the messhalls.<br />
Diesel also reminds me of the guns (155's) starting up in the motorpool in the early morning.<br />
This time of the year sometimes I smell ghulwein and it takes me back to Nuremberg.<br />
Dave<br />
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            <pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 18:46:31 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from Dennis Morehouse on 2008-12-01</title>
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                <![CDATA[I think burning diesel fuel is nearly universal for veterans. In my case, it brings back being out on the weather decks of an icebreaker at points North, and prepping for flight ops on one of those same 'little' ships.<br />
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Now, the smell also pulls back memories of Afghanistan; primarily Bagram, where burning diesel seemed to be the entire mission.......]]>
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            <title>Comment from TWS on 2008-12-01</title>
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                <![CDATA[Very timely post, I've been struggling with my own triggers lately.&nbsp; Mine tend to be more subtle, triggered by dates or a familiar name in the news.&nbsp; Frequenting sites like this one keeps me aware of the similarities of experiences.&nbsp; <br />
Obvious memory ticklers are: The sickly sweet smell of &quot;blue&quot; water, burning trash, aircraft fuel, human waste, diesel, etc.&nbsp;<br />
Familiar surroundings transformed by a smell to that foreign place was disconcerting the first few times.<br />
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My Grandfather was fishing on South Padre Island in the late eighties, he drifted off and was awakened by Japanese tourists chatting as they made their way down the pier.&nbsp; When he discovered the knife he&nbsp;carried during the war&nbsp;was missing, he realized the war was long past.&nbsp;<br />
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Thanks for giving me a place&nbsp;to&nbsp;ramble.&nbsp;]]>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 12:19:07 -0600</pubDate>
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            <title>Comment from Bond on 2008-12-01</title>
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                Diesel and cold triggers those flashbacks...bacon and eggs on bread fresh from the mermite can....answering nature&apos;s call thru multiple layers in a snowy (West) German forest, so cold you could feel the moisture in your nose freezing and crackling..the burning diesel smell is another one, but bad memories there as too reminiscent of other things that smell similar..
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            <title>Comment from RetRsvMikeMike on 2008-12-01</title>
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                <![CDATA[got my nostrils flaring here too boss!<br />]]>
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            <title>Comment from Argent on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[Funny, they do say smell is the sense that links best to memories.<br />
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            <title>Comment from SangerM on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[And as for smells, etc., amen on tank exhaust, 5tons, 30Kw Generators, and all manner of stinky army stuff, and later JP4, which if I get enough of it in my nostrils is enough tomake me want to barf, even still...&nbsp; And now I work on an airbase, and we often get the smell of burnt fuel wafting across the place, and some days I'll just stand on the breezeway inhaling and travelling back in time.&nbsp; Stuff still stinks, but I do enjoy it once in a while.]]>
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            <title>Comment from SangerM on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[&quot;Lariat Advance&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br />
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Wow!!&nbsp; Instant flashback.&nbsp; I hadn't heard or thought about those words together in at least 20 years, and yet, literally, upon reading them, my mind flashed through an image montage of&nbsp;controlled chaos at 2pm, usually on the Monday, AM, after a 3-day weekend, and the ensuing 7-8 hours of loading, moving, sitting, waiting, and etc.&nbsp;&nbsp; And as I read further, I recalled those few times we were called out on&nbsp;an unexpected day, and how really unnerving _that_ was until we got the word that it was an exercise.<br />
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Once we even deployed from the unit marshalling area to the Tennenlohe&nbsp;pre-deployment &quot;get the ammo point&quot; and the ammo teams had to go to the dump and load stuff on trucks and bring it back, and it was only then that we were told it was an exercise, but that we were being tested and would stay out for another day or so having all of our load plans and other stuff looked at....&nbsp; I&nbsp;recall we did pretty well, considering, but then, we had one of the crazier Tank Bn COs in Germany, LTC Gary Bleidorn, whom I've mentioned here before I think.&nbsp; He was a 'serious' tanker and our Bn was actually pretty decent, as far as it went, I think.<br />
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T'anks for the memories...&nbsp; man, what a life that was.]]>
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            <title>Comment from Bob on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[I do believe that in MaryAnn's case, we would have to add the civilian equivalent of a DSC........Nothing less would appropriately recognize what she and those she organizes have done and continue to do.&nbsp; <br />]]>
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            <title>Comment from FbL on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[MaryAnn,<br />
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Sometimes I think there are civilians who should receive Purple Hearts, too.<br />
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*hugs*<br />]]>
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            <title>Comment from Hunter on 2008-11-30</title>
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                Odd timing on this entry...
Last night, walking back to the house, Debi and I passed by a fire truck and an ambulance on a call-out. As we rounded past them, I stopped and stood there long enough that Deb asked what I was doing.
&quot;Nothing really, just traveling back in time. Idling heavy diesels, the mutter of radios, the scent of exhaust, the vibrations of the engines. Bulky figures moving in the darkness...Seems like a lifetime ago that this was normal, not different.&quot;

Sappers in front,
Hunter
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            <title>Comment from Martin Morehouse on 2008-11-30</title>
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                Diesel smoke, dirt, and sagebrush. I spent my time training in Yakima with a mechanized brigade, so those smells still remind me. I still go camping out that way, but I don&apos;t crush nearly as much sagebrush as I used to. The memory that takes me all the way back to Germany would have to be something like the sound of a dialing a rotary dial phone, forever trying to get a connection through the Rheinau exchange.
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            <title>Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[You're welcome, Bill.&nbsp; No charge.]]>
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            <title>Comment from BillT on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[I have too many triggers.<br />
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I have fewer liable to set something off since I've been coming here, though.<br />
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Thanks, John. Thanks, kids...<br />]]>
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            <title>Comment from MaryAnn on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[A few days ago&nbsp;I was&nbsp;unwrapping steaks for dinner. My Mom wanted some beef before going turkey. In the packages under the meat were little, thin&nbsp;pads to soak up the excess blood.<br />
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There are larger versions of pads like this. And although I&nbsp;guess you could say I've seen pretty much everything, nothing&nbsp;has ever grossed me out (for lack of a better expression). I&nbsp;dunno - hard to describe except that it's a person and&nbsp;when you care about people somehow you don't really see it. <br />
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But oddly, looking at those pads in a food preparation situation set me off.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I had to step outside for a smoke. I stood in the twighlight and looked up at the black, leafless trees against the gray winter sky.<br />
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So many guys... just so many guys. They will always be with me.]]>
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            <title>Comment from Cpl Mongo on 2008-11-30</title>
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                <![CDATA[Diesel exhaust on a cold morning?&nbsp; Bingo!&nbsp; Also the sound of my footsteps echoing across a dark, damp, empty parking lot.&nbsp; Especially if I am wearing boots.&nbsp; Really brings back those tarmac memories.&nbsp; As a &quot;Marine by God&quot; in the '80s, it seems that most of my time was spent on air alert.&nbsp; I was a TOW cridder back then so even though my platoon was part of the HQ CO, which should have meant kicking back in the rear, I was usually attached TAD to one of our Battalions.&nbsp; Back then TOW missiles were not well understood by the brass and they always wanted to use us in CP defensive roles.&nbsp; So today when my boss dosn't have a clue what to do with me, that also brings back the warm and fuzzies.<br />
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