i lived in a quonset hut manning a commo station in korea during the winter of 69. one week, a particularly severe storm hit us. the peak came in the middle of the night. our anemometer crapped out at 90 knots, 100+ mph, and still the wind kept pounding the crap out of the bcc/commo hootch. wind, gust, wind wind gust gust gust. the corrugated steel shuddered from the force. i thought sure the lag bolts holding us to the cement slab would fail and we'd all be lifted off the slab into the storm. hours it went like that.
and it was cold. the army heats its hootches with diesel-burning stoves, space heaters. our stove was glowing cherry red but it failed to warm the air. every few minutes i'd step from the radios and phone to the space heater. my back would be freezing but my chest and arms seemed about to burst into flames as i attempted to hug that space heater for a bit of warmth. i charred my parka when i tried to warm my back, so i gave that up.
worst night of my life. my heart goes out to those who go through hurricanes every year.
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