The Navy has a neat, little school to teach our guys how to camp better. It is called SERE and it stands for Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape. In actuality, SERE School is very important. And this picture sure brought back some memories I do not want to relive:
I remember our instructors telling us, you are going to spoon with your camping buddy or SERE buddy or whatever buddy (we were calling each other.)
And I thought: not just no, hell no. Nothing against that helicopter pilot who is my camping buddy or SERE buddy or whatever buddy (we were calling each other.) I ain’t spooin’. No way, José. . .*
Night-time came and the snow piled around us. Far worse, the wind rifled into our lean-to’s, cutting through our jackets. And there was so much desperate spooning goin’ around you would have thought Pier One had a special on silverware.
That’s right, I am not ashamed to admit it. I spooned, big-time. When it is forty degrees below, you survive. You bettah not tell anyone. . .
* Darn, I can’t remember his name. I spooned the dude** and completely forgot who he was, other than that he flew helicopters.
** Or did he spoon me? I seem to have completely blacked out this gentle episode. Whichever way it was, it was a hell of a spoon***.
*** Not that I have any other bro-spoons to compare it to.