A few weeks into OCS we were out in the bush in the middle of nowhere and had been for a week. We thought that we were headed back to base b/c a number of jeeps pulled up. We were told to get in and then we were blindfolded. what the fuck? the jeeps drove around and every 10 minutes or so they told someone to get out. I had no idea  what was going on. Then it was my turn and they dumped me on the top of some hill. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. get back to base? dig in and wait? It was about 5 in the evening and it was early March (we were in the Arizona desert) so it started getting cool and then cold. I had nothing on aside from my fatigues and webbing. No jacket, no sleeping bag. I figured the best thing to do was to dig a foxhole and just wait for whatever the hell might be coming. It got cold and then colder and then colder. I was fucking freezing so I grabbed everything I could – branches, leaves, dirt, even some camo netting that I had in my webbing – as if that was going to help. I lay in that hole shivering and miserable with my rifle trained on the greenish darkness. I had never been so cold in my life. About an hour later I saw a figure appear in my scope. who the fuck is there? Don\'t shoot asshole. Its me A. you scared the shit out of me, man. I\'m fucking freezing. What the hell is going on? I don\'t fucking know. You got a sleeping bag? No. A jacket? No. I swear I\'m going to freeze to death. Get in my foxhole and we\'ll have to huddle together to stay warm. Fuck you fag. Fuck you! you want to die out here? so there the two of us homophobes were hugging each other for dear life. It was too cold to sleep so we passed the night telling each other stories. A. was killed in February. He was 32 years old.