"Fear breads a deadening caution, a holding back, a stagnant waiting until people no longer can recall what they are waiting for or saving themselves for. When we fear failure more than we love life; when we are dominated by thoughts of what we might have been rather than by thoughts of what we might become; when we are haunted by the disparity between our ideal self and our real self; when we are tormented by guilt, shame, remorse, and self-condemnation, we deny our faith in the God of love." Brennan Manning

Saturday, March 3, 2007

Back to the FOB






Ok, so we moved back down the Camp Funston yesterday. Nice place!! Muddy, windy. The kinder, gentler side of army living. At any rate, a few of us thought it'd be a good idea to do a ruck march on Saturday with all our gear, excluding weapons, about 0700. 0615 rolled around and it was about 15 degrees with a 40 mph wind. 5 of us went out and met Jack Frost head on. Anyway, we got our "hooah" on and determined to start these voluntary marches a little later in the morning for circulation's sake. I tacked a few pics on for fun. LT Goddard didn't wear silk liners underneath and was grateful when feeling came back to his 5th appendage.

Nathan
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