Hmmm, we should have named the trail in your honor. Oh well, guess we'll have to let the bureaucracy name a gym building or something, after you.

Misha, I wonder if those moments in the sun (Pun again) are why we keep coming back.
Let me check.... Nope, there are moments without the sun.
Here's a "War Story" for those cold and lonely nights:
It was early in the war. I decided that we had better keep a real 24hr guard at the OP/LPs, which is always long and boring. However NATO had not shown themselves all day, which broke their previous two day pattern. Suspecting an attack, yet having no orders to advance, and hearing that our Socialist Friends the Soviets were staying home, I decided to stay close and hold our ridge line.
I organized a watch schedule that would get everyone six-ish hours of sleep that night, with the intent of leaving for a patrol bright and early the morning.
As usual I made the schedule and somehow still got a long shift in the wee hours of the morning?
Anyway, to make a long night/story short nothing happened!
I do recall sitting on that god forsaken ridge overlooking the main border crossing for two hours. There was no problem staying awake either. I had brought only a zeltbahn to keep the threatening rain away, and as the night temperature dropped there was no chance that I was going to dose off. I did wonder what a rain pattern Popsicle tastes like.
Then somewhere about 0230hr a light fog rolled in, blocking my view of the crossing and limiting my line of sight (LOS) to the bottom of the ridge, 50 meters away. The view had been lousy to start with.
One benefit of being the Commander is discretion, and the final say

I decided to not subject more of my men to the cold and the fog, and instead closed down both OPs. The only way they could detect anything is if they were overrun. Instead I informed the Soviets of my intentions and we retired to the barn.
Oddly a quite night makes for a long and boring night, and yet I am still tired in the morning. Loafing around is supposed to be restful.
I either need to get an office, or get out and patrol more. At least in a Patrol Base, we have stealth working for us, not imagined NATO creeping up on our static OP/LPs.
In a nut shell, that is a quiet evening at Eastwind.
The other option is to go out looking for trouble, either way the nights are 95% quiet sitting or patrolling.
The other 5% is a brief burst of gun fire here and there, as two patrols bump into each other. More often that not they miss each other the first time, complete their mission(s), and then miss each other the second time.
.....And every now and then the Ferret shows up for supper.