Heat is the reason I keep moving. I was a hot weather casualty multiple times in my service and even before that. As it so happens, everytime you're a hotweather casualty the threshold decreases. It's as if our bodies recognize what's happened and take steps to prevent it in future. When I was a kid I sat in a burban while my kin planted royal palms. The first time I can remember my head going sideways and all of the rest I was 8. Puked my guts out. Couldn't hold down water. Ended up at St Judes on an IV drip, lanced and drained for boils. It was pretty bad. I feel like I used to be smarter.......like I used to easily get the answers to shit that I struggle with now. Like I've been cooked.
Our house in the bay was historic which meant it had a fireplace on account of how it used to get cold (in some mythical past). There were bookshelves on either side of the fireplace. Shut up. It's historic. Anyway.......we couldn't afford the electricity so I grew up hot and watching the purple sky sound off. Nowadays I could afford it if I wanted to, and I'm 900 miles to the north...but we never had ac installed here either. My kids complain, I complain, but fuck what it would cost to drop the temp even a few degrees. I came up in a swamp, so my idea of hot is nighttime lows of 80f..99% humidity, in january. The closer it gets to that, here, the more motivated I am to pick up stakes again and move even further. We'll be in washington state in the next thirty days. Climate migrants aren't all foreign.
Our house in the bay was historic which meant it had a fireplace on account of how it used to get cold (in some mythical past). There were bookshelves on either side of the fireplace. Shut up. It's historic. Anyway.......we couldn't afford the electricity so I grew up hot and watching the purple sky sound off. Nowadays I could afford it if I wanted to, and I'm 900 miles to the north...but we never had ac installed here either. My kids complain, I complain, but fuck what it would cost to drop the temp even a few degrees. I came up in a swamp, so my idea of hot is nighttime lows of 80f..99% humidity, in january. The closer it gets to that, here, the more motivated I am to pick up stakes again and move even further. We'll be in washington state in the next thirty days. Climate migrants aren't all foreign.
I am the Infantry. I am my country’s strength in war, her deterrent in peace. I am the heart of the fight… wherever, whenever. I carry America’s faith and honor against her enemies. I am the Queen of Battle. I am what my country expects me to be, the best trained Soldier in the world. In the race for victory, I am swift, determined, and courageous, armed with a fierce will to win. Never will I fail my country’s trust. Always I fight on…through the foe, to the objective, to triumph overall. If necessary, I will fight to my death. By my steadfast courage, I have won more than 200 years of freedom. I yield not to weakness, to hunger, to cowardice, to fatigue, to superior odds, For I am mentally tough, physically strong, and morally straight. I forsake not, my country, my mission, my comrades, my sacred duty. I am relentless. I am always there, now and forever. I AM THE INFANTRY! FOLLOW ME!
