I get a little sidetracked by that curse of modern endeavor; wikipedia. It's an evil bit of work, really. I promise. As usual, I go astray with just one mention of polar explorers or some bit of naval history I always meant to read and my library is so thin these days. There's hardly 2000 books there that need reading and rereading. Stupid books.
The polar explorer guys were always a mystery to me. I never felt the cold for real until I came back south and experienced the cutting wind in an anorak but to go north of 80 degrees or south of it just to check out the birds and seals and find a place nobody can find at all short of GPS because, let's be honest, you don't find the 90th degree of latitude with a sextant and chronometer. You might think you have but then, you've been tramping about on ice flows for weeks and you're pretty much toasted mentally anyway. As casual readers might know, my thoughts of explorations mostly started and ended with the good south pacific isles.
Yeah, I have 8 open tabs right now on wikipedia about Scott, Amundsen and so many of the others lost to that madness. Yes, I'm reading them. Again.
OTOH, I'm looking at 2 bookcases right now stuffed to bursting with the books about Grant and Lee with maps stacked over a foot high and more books on that war and the books I wrote plus the various old medals that remain and perhaps, I am what I am. I was born about a century too late. I still wouldn't have tramped to the polar regions for love or money and oddly enough, none of those guys did either.