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|Posted: Fri Jan 19th, 2007 02:26 pm||
|David, I've never seen a fire ant or heard the song, but it's an amusing look at a serious problem.
Imagine being told to sleep on your arms (and hope they don't fall asleep). You're out there in the woods, with brush, rocks, stiff shrubs, BRIARS, holes, stumps, fallen branches and logs, what not. You finally find a comfortable spot, in the dark, and, whoops, an anthill or hornets' nest. No sleep for you, my friend.
Consider the flies, ticks, flies, fleas, flies, lice, flies, gnats, flies, mosquitoes, flies. Did I mention flies? Thousands of horses, mules, and cattle. Not to mention the latrines. Or the hospital. Or the cook tent.
In the infantry it would be easy to figure out where the cavalry had been. Just hope you don't have to march on the same road.
D'ja ever notice that in the movies, horses never poop? Or pass gas? The streets of all movie western towns are as smooth as an ironing board, no mud, no manure. Amazing.
On the banks of the Rappahannock River, I found BRIAR SNAKES. They reach out, grab you, and bite you with their giant fangs. Well, not real snakes, just long, stiff, springy stems with vicious thorns. They wrap around your ankles and untie your shoelaces. Really. Twice. Until I wised up and tied a double knot. Then a triple knot.
BRIAR SNAKES are related to SNOW SNAKES. You know, on the ski slopes. They come up out of the snow and wrap around your ankle and make you fall down, head first. At least, that's how I explained it to my laughing friends.
Double chin-grin: ---> :-))