Why I am never cold.

People always see me bundled up far beyond what is required, and I always tell them the same thing.  "I been cold, and I am never going back."  When I get cold I remember our first night field training in MCT.  I slept in a hole in the ground covered by a poncho, a lovely thing to own by the way, and I froze my ass off.  I wanted someone to light me on fire.  Which is ironic since only a few hours before I had watched a Sergeant light the brush on fire in front of me.  It went up like you would not believe, and the Sgt says, "Get your e-tools!"  To which I reply, "Fuck You Sergeant! Call the fire department!"  And promptly run like a bitch.  That dude had no idea what the fuck he was doing.  So there I was on that strange and frosty night thinking, I will NEVER be cold again.  I was of course cold again.  Snow caves and more than a few nights in 29 that I choose not to remember, but not anymore!  I bundle the hell up, and I stay nice and warm thinking about all those nights I couldn't!