In the winter, I could never, ever, ever keep my feet dry, and thus they were perpetually, painfully cold. This culminated in a Boy Scout snow camping trip to Mt. Rainier when I was 14. At a certain point no one could find me, because I was down at the visitor center bathroom holding my feet up to the hand dryer. In the warm, dry foot department, I was always a frustrated failure. And a dandy, lady-like, big-headed slugabed.
Respectfully,
Pvt. J.C. Marti
20th Maine Vol. Inf. Co. G.
Third Brigade, First Division, Fifth Corps
Army of the Potomac
Commander
8th Calif. Vol. Inf., Co. C
Sons of Veterans Reserve
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