Understandably many folks may associate different places to which they've traveled with Hell -- that is to say, the nether regions, following a strictly Dantean cosmology. If this is assumed to be true, then Ft. Drum, NY must certainly be the 9th Circle -- at least during this dismal season. While I have yet to come across the frozen souls of Judas, Brutus and Alger Hiss, I have run across (and over) numerous poor souls buried to various degrees within the icy grasp of this fell place.
You may think me exaggerating, but any garrison based in such a locale where the weather experienced on a twice daily walk from the barracks to the dining facility causes one to reminisce about the previous two weeks in the field, which featured (among other regularities): temperatures consistently below freezing, winds gusting up to 50MPH, and poorly heated tents -- will not be held in high esteem by some people.
