Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful . . .
When I was in basic training from December 1979 to February 1980 at Fort Dix, New Jersey we went on a bivouac and slept in pup tents. It got down to 17 below zero that night.
I was wearing everything I could and bundled up tight in my mummy bag, and pulled the drawstring tight so I had a small hole to breathe through. I froze my @$$ off anyway. Some other company decided it was too cold and didn't spend the night but we stayed. It was so cold that whenever I almost fell asleep I shivered so hard that it kept me awake all night. Meanwhile the women, who were supposed to be our equals in every way, slept together in a GP Medium tent with a coal-fired stove in each end.
I never tent camped anytime there was snow on the ground as a civilian. There have been many times I needed to cover up with an insulated blanket over the top my sleeping bag, but I was warm enough to sleep. Those pictures sure brought back memories.