We're going to see how tough you guys are. We're going to cross this desert on foot in two days. You've got just one canteen of water each, so you have to make it last. There's no other way to get water out here.
That's our Lieutenant. Everyone calls him Stormy.
The first day was very hot. We trudged at a leisurely march through the sand.
We secretly drank the water from the cacti that grew in the desert.
Later the next day...
Have you guys still got water?
How the heck can you get along without water?
Oh, I'm just not thirsty.
THAT'S just the Navajo way.
Chiefs, do you suppose you guys could go all the way in to camp? I'm going to write a lettter for you to take to Colonel Wood asking him to send us out some water.
We did like he said. By the time the water truck got out to them they were all about dead. We never did tell Stormy about the cacti. It was more fun having him and the others think that we Navajos were the toughest Marines of all.