Quagmire - Elder from Fraters

Quagmire - Elder from Fraters Libertas, gritting his teeth and talking through PTSD thick enough to choke a water buffalo, on another quagmire, long ago:

"Somehow I ended up with one of my friends and we pathetically slogged our way through snow drifts looking not unlike the Grand Armee retreating from Moscow. Soon we were crossing over the same English Coulee that had demarcated our earlier triumphs. This time there was two instead of two hundred. And we weren't on a bridge but on the barely frozen ice of the stream. Barely frozen enough so that we each fell through a number of times before reaching the other side. "

If only they'd planned to win the peace.

And by the way - nobody did snowballs better than Watson Hall at Jamestown College.

Take that, Kroeze Hall! Eat hot...er...snow.