Per Oren:
A dear friend was stationed at Minot AFB...he will dang sure tell you
in no uncertain terms why he hated it.

Guy I used to work with was stationed North of the Arctic Circle -
somewhere in Greenland, IIRC.

They lived in these long Quonset huts placed side-by-side with maybe 50
feet between them.

During storms, when winds were heaven-only-knows how strong and it was
seriously below zero everybody was supposed to stay in their hut and not
go outside under any circumstances.

But the macho thing to do was exit the hut on, say, the North end; run
for the adjacent hut while the wind blew you South, and make it in to
the lee of the other hut at it's South end where they could enter the
hut.

He said that every so often some guy would go out the North end... and
never be seen again.
--
Pete Cresswell