Frozen Chosen
by James W
The exposure comes fast and fierce. It is relentless. It moves as one body, surrounding you at every turn. This monster is everywhere you go. The wind so fierce it steals your breath. It eats through fabric, cuts through doorways, and even the sheltering ability of the nearest aircraft is put to the test. You try your best to make your way inside an aircraft, only to have the ground pulled away from you. You try your best to get your balance back. The monster is too strong. You crash to the ground in a frozen heap, tools spread around you. The beast has claimed its victim. As you lay there looking up at the belly of the aircraft, contemplating if anyone has seen you fall, you realize something. This is the day. The day you will never forget. The razor sharp wind, the blowing snow, the sub-zero temputure...all the things that make up this wintery beast, have not defeated you. You are an Airmen--You are a Warrior of the North. And besides, tommorrow is supposed to be colder.