I did the whole army thing.  I worked hard, did my job, spent my time in the field, and after the end of the world, and the running, fighting, scrambling for a situation, you’d think I could handle any discomfort. Sure I can take it like a soldier, but soggy wet drawers day after day.  Rain, rain, rain, I mean I have been through hell and back but those wet drawers. Ugh man, wears on you. I dry my socks over the fire I tried going commando, but… living in a tent in the woods is risky at best, enough to make you do anything to get a better situation, but these damn wet drawers, had me standing at this place the eights, hat in hand, for real. I just hope to hell they aren’t crazy, well, crazier than most. At least my damn clothes will get dry while we figure it out.