winter in wainwright

so we are slogging around camp wainwright on a winter ex,it is a constant 30 below.3 days of this shit and every one wants to go home,we got a couple of infantry guys with us doing tactical,we're com guys,this was one of those 4 times a we ran around year playing infantry.so at the end of the ex we are packing up and one of the trucks is dead.well we are not gonna leave it,the sargent major hooks it up to an mlvw,one of those big 6 wheel drive military looking trucks,you know the ones.he calls me over and tells me i am steering the dead truck which was a 5/4 ton gmc pick up.why me says i,you have big arms says he.ok,no power no power steering,the guy driving the mlvw was a lineman,little touched they are because they lay line in any terrain and in combat in front of the front lines so they drive fast so they do not get perforated by enemy fire.they stick one of the infantry guys in the cab with me,this guy has his jump wings and a couple of other things so he was supposed to be a bad ass.he was not prepared.then again neither was i.we pull out into the road way,wainwright is all gravel and instantly hit about 90 kph.it is one thing to drive at that speed,it is another to be towed.holy fuck,i am sawing on the really hard to turn wheel to stay in the road and roland the lineman is not letting up.the section of camp we were in was also very undulating,what a roller coaster ride.the poor infantry guy was holding on to the dash for dear life,i have the window open,the wind chill must have been about -60 but oddly i was sweating my bag off.we finally make it back to the parade square in the camp proper and the infantry guy gets out without a word and leaves.roland come up to me and says you look like you had it under control so i kept the speed up.thanks roland.on the lighter sside,i forgot to take the park brake off and almost set the back of the truck on fire.good thing it was cold.