I Hate Winter So Much

Many years ago when I was in the reserve forces I got together with a few fellow officers for a drink at the officers mess. It was -20 F and there was a good stiff wind from the south east. Three of us showed up in our uniforms and our warm great coats. The forth showed up in uniform and a light trench coat. We all kind of looked at him as if he were nuts. He explained he had just spent 6 months at CFS Alert in the high arctic and that this weather felt like a spring day in comparison. He went on to tell us about a flight that came in so they took the staff car with brand new tires down to the runway then back to the barracks. It was about a mile long trip. By the time the car got back to the warm hanger it needed a new set of tires. The cold and snow had taken all the tread off the tires.