The Gas Chamber

Eating two plates of suicide wings is harder than the army gas chamber exercise.

There was a decent amount of build up to this event. I'm not exactly Rambo, but I knew all along it was hype. Don't get me wrong, it did burn a little and my eyes watered big time, but the same thing happens when I put a little extra "bomb" sauce in my chicken.

OK, we put on our gas masks outside, then lined up in the CB gas filled chamber and stood against a wall for a few minutes. Next we had to slightly break the seal of the mask, say our name and SS number and put it back on. This gave us a taste of the gas. After that we had to take the mask off completely and say our name and info again--with our eyes open. Then we left. Some snot and tears but that was about it.

Here's an old video of chaplains exiting the chamber:




I feel good today. We had night PT in one of the gyms and I ran on a treadmill. A nice easy run. I had fun adjusting the speed and incline. At one point I shut my eyes and tried to imagine myself running down Reeser Rd, but nearly fell off the thing. Note to self: always keep eyes open on a treadmill.

I give thanks to the Lord. I trusted that the pipe/pond issue would resolve itself and it did. My neighbor was able to fix it.

One of my constant prayers has been for Nathanael. Of all the kids, he's the only one that cannot understand what in the world happened to his father. When Keri tells me that he calls more me I always well up (like right now). Though Keri and I cannot make him understand, I am trusting that Jesus can give him a peace beyond understanding. God is faithful.

I'm beginning to get a preaching jones. My last sermon was almost a month ago. Longest such streak since 1997.

Tommorow is a day of first aid (so is Friday). PT in the early morning. Gonna call my mom, Keri, do some laundry, then got to bed.

grace & blessings