What's the worse night's sleep you've ever had?
This question came to me in reflection of the past two nights. The first fueled by a constant waking and general restlesness. The second though comfortable enough was interupted early by the overpowering stench of fried garlic which had squeezed its way through two heavy fire doors to sit ever present beneath my nose. From these two unpleasant experiences I came to ask myself, indeed as I will hazard to ask you as well, what has been my worse night's sleep?
The answer came quickly to me. It was a friday night, I was on excersize with the Unit back home. The order came down to rack out, but with it the also came the cautionary to be ready to move. I, being younger and more foolish then a I presently claim to be, decided that I would be smart and lazy. I decided that instead of laying out my sleeping bag and airmatraise, and getting undressed, that I would just lay on the ground fully dressed in anticipation of the move. Within minutes I felt the heat sucked out of my body, but being headstrong and determined to be clever stuck it out. Eventually I clawed my fleece jacket out of my rucksack careful not to disturb the pack anymore than possible so that in a flash I would be able be up and gone. I curled up in my fleece and drapped my gortex jacket overtop but still there was no relief. The october night was brisk, and the realizing that I needed something more than my uniform between me and the cold earth I climbed on top of my rucksack and huddled in the faetal position. Of the entire night I think 15 min might have been the extent of my slumber. Morning came almost nine hours from the time the order came down to go to ground. I could have slept soundly for longer than some of the nights during the week.
That experience makes me think of my best sleep. Again on excersize with the army the order came down to go to ground but this time(though I can't remember whether it came before of after the last experience recounted) I rolled out my air mattraise and sleeping bag, got undressed, placed my glasses in my boot along with my watch and using my fleece jacket as a pillow, preceeded to the land of Nod. I slept soundly for about nine hours and despite the initial shock of waking up between two men uncomfortably close, to the sound of incoming artilery and small arms fire.
For the recorde, I prefer waking up to the sound of artilery than the rude stench of fried garlic. Especially when it's not being cooked for me.
The answer came quickly to me. It was a friday night, I was on excersize with the Unit back home. The order came down to rack out, but with it the also came the cautionary to be ready to move. I, being younger and more foolish then a I presently claim to be, decided that I would be smart and lazy. I decided that instead of laying out my sleeping bag and airmatraise, and getting undressed, that I would just lay on the ground fully dressed in anticipation of the move. Within minutes I felt the heat sucked out of my body, but being headstrong and determined to be clever stuck it out. Eventually I clawed my fleece jacket out of my rucksack careful not to disturb the pack anymore than possible so that in a flash I would be able be up and gone. I curled up in my fleece and drapped my gortex jacket overtop but still there was no relief. The october night was brisk, and the realizing that I needed something more than my uniform between me and the cold earth I climbed on top of my rucksack and huddled in the faetal position. Of the entire night I think 15 min might have been the extent of my slumber. Morning came almost nine hours from the time the order came down to go to ground. I could have slept soundly for longer than some of the nights during the week.
That experience makes me think of my best sleep. Again on excersize with the army the order came down to go to ground but this time(though I can't remember whether it came before of after the last experience recounted) I rolled out my air mattraise and sleeping bag, got undressed, placed my glasses in my boot along with my watch and using my fleece jacket as a pillow, preceeded to the land of Nod. I slept soundly for about nine hours and despite the initial shock of waking up between two men uncomfortably close, to the sound of incoming artilery and small arms fire.
For the recorde, I prefer waking up to the sound of artilery than the rude stench of fried garlic. Especially when it's not being cooked for me.
posted by Brett at 12:48 p.m.
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