Imagine being so hot that your clothes, even your jeans, are soaked through with sweat. You're having trouble seeing straight because perspiration is overflowing from your eyebrows and clouding your vision. And then, on top of all this, imagine having to don a rubber slicker and woolen hat and dance. That's what it's like to perform on tour with Second City.

Tha good news is that the battle group here at Zgon loved our show, and the cold stares we've been getting have been replaced by friendly smiles and cries of "Holy fuck, you guys are funny, eh?"

This morning one of troops has offered us a jeep ride to a local castle, a win-win deal as it gets both her and some of us off of the base for a spell. After that it's time to pack up and head for Drvar, our fourth stop of six...

This morning we went into town to see some kids at a local school, and relieve ourselves of the many pounds of candy and souvenirs we're all carrying. Thing is, with it being July and all the schools are empty. So our unit of entertainers and armed escort wandered around town in search of children, looking like idiots.

We finally ambushed some in the courtyard of an apartment complex, where all the love and booty came pouring out. The experience did seem a little selfish, however, and left a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn't help but wonder: Would we have been so generous if we didn't have our cameras with us?

Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I've gone from the wide open spaces of my private room in the transient quarters at Velika Kladusa to sharing a tent with five other guys on the floor of a boiling hot factory, now the base at Zgon, and my home for the next two nights.

Our show last night in Bihac was well received, though the audience was a little rowdy. As we travel further into the military's AOR (Area Of Responsibility), the troops get progressively younger, and like their comedy that much dirtier.

... And we've still got four shows to go!