Sarge and all!
I sometimes wonder that myself. I know I wouldn't have lasted through the winter of '44 in Italy or Germany, Belgium, France, etc. One thing I could never imagine is being sick on top of that and BEING OUT THERE. 
Whenver I am stuck outside for a while and shoveling snow on a really cold day, I literally think of my dad and all of you, and then I shut my mouth and continue to do what I have to do without word. It's kind of a humbling experience. Puts things into perspective, qui? For those of us who never had to live thought that, we tolerate the cold. For those of you who lived through it, you ENDURED the cold. Une grand difference.
Well you know you've earned my respect. I just wish others around the world could understand as well too.
Proud Daughter of Walter (Monday) Poniedzialek
540th Engineer Combat Regiment, 2833rd Bn, H&S Co, 4th Platoon
There's "No Bridge Too Far"