I've gotta add the time when we set our camp into a swamp... Nice plan. Atleast our opfor didn't search form there.
Ok, I got a story for you:
Mid-winter 2002, temperature about -35C, sometime in the morning around 4-5AM. I'm shook awake by a squadmate, feeling absolutely frozen. My hands are numb, my tongue is nearly an icicle in my mouth, and there's that horrible intake of breath that feels like svcking in ice vapor (think of Gandalf gasping as he wakes at the top of the mountain in LoTR.) Turns out my "friend" had nodded off during his stag and let the fire burn out, but instead of relighting it he crawled into his sleeping bag and nudged me awake to deal with it, being my watch next. So I get dressed, barely able to do the buttons, go outside for more wood and kindling, feeling around in the snow of a dark forest for some birch bark (nature's own firestarter) and after about 10 minutes finally manage to light a damn match with my useless, cramping hands, shivering uncontrollably and nearing hypothermia.
That was a pretty rough way to wake up.