i guess i'm going to look at the WarDogs book, though it repulses me. i should know the enemy. i abhor war and i know i'm in the wrong country for that. i've been weaned on war and i'm a war orphan. i may be done flirting with frostbite for my toes. we need another heart for the feet. the face survives the severest cold, but the poor little toes mein gott. i'm sending back my vibram boots because they pinch and they're no warmer, but i'm becoming reconciled to the facts: separate toes are going to freeze. should have used more capsaicin cream. i hope the damage is not too great.