I was busily pouring over maps and operations orders in my Bravo Company command post. Actually, I was probably trying to catch up on my quarterly training brief slides and earn a coveted PowerPoint Ranger slot on the U.S. Army, Europe team. Anyway, one of my soldiers, caked in sweat and dirt, tore into the tent and announced with perplexed terror, “Sir, you’re not going to believe this, but your wife just busted through the perimeter!” Visions of our Honda Accord tearing through the German countryside in a berserk cyclone of dirt and grass were met with the sound of my wife screaming in her pronounced Southern accent, “Woody, your first sergeant just pulled a gun on me! Hey, you’re not going to shoot that thang, are you? It’s not loaded is it?”
Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.