Not to step on Joe's thread about the Ft Drum in California, here's the other Ft Drum, named after a different fella
It's waaaay up in New York state, about a long rife shot from Canada. And the weather couldn't be any different from the California Ft. Drum. Frrrigid is one word that comes to mind. Windy is another. It's now the home base of the 10th Mountain Division.
When I visited there for a couple of weeks for some cold weather training in 1969 it was only used during the summer as a National Guard training area. No one was foolish enough to go there in the winter. Except We few, we happy few in Special Forces. One reason was perhaps that the furnaces in the circa WWI barracks didn't work very well, and the walls had 1/4" gaps between the boards. Good ventilation in summer I suppose. Kind of uncomfortable in winter. No surprise the 10th Mountain is stationed there . Note the pic. They like snow.
I was ensconsed in sleepy Ft. Devens, Mass in a small apartment off-post with my beautiful new bride of only a month or two. She, like I, had grown up in South Florida, a stranger to truly cold weather. But I had been stationed in Bavaria for the past year and knew well the beauty of a snowy landscape, and the unpleasantness of carrying a rucksack through it.
So just as winter was about t unleash it's cruelty, the Army ripped me from the warm arms of my beloved and pointed me in the direction of Camp Drum, as it was called then, a remote huge military reservation near the Canadian border. As I prepared my A Team for deployment to Drum, I said to myself, “How bad could it be?” I had trekked all over the Alps in winter with my band of brothers. Skis, Snowshoes, Sleeping blankets and camaraderie reigned.
I have since learned never to say to myself, “How bad could it be?”
No doubt some lowly Lieutenant in 1855 had the same thought as he sat ahorse waiting for the command to advance at Balaclava.