It's Monday afternoon here at Camp Buehring, Kuwait. Temperature is 126 degrees. I wish I could describe what that feels like. It's so hot it's funny. I'm doing well and in great spirits. Had a training class with 12 physicians this morning, and 6 of the 12 were West Pointers. There was one guy class of 86, me, some 92'ers, and one 2000. Needless to say, the guy from 2000 spent 4 hours being hazed about the "new corps" and the likelihood that he was wearing pink underwear. He's 6'2", 220 lbs. I didn't realize it, but I worked with most of them on the baggage detail Saturday night (my birthday), unloading the airplane of the 800 duffels. I should have recognized the affect when one big guy (Muggs Malinowski from Cleveland) was yelling in the cargo hold of the airplane that he needed more bags- the ones he was lifting were too light.