Hope you’ll get a chance, Johnny. They’re cool, and also a little eery.
I served during Desert Storm but was never in a combat zone. I wasn’t even close. When the ground war was on, we had rotated to back fill for an artillery unit that was in Kuwait but had been scheduled to support a NATO exercise in northern Norway. So in the winter of 1990-1991, I was playing tourist 300 miles north of the Arctic Circle there, up near Narvik and Harstad. Operation Battle Griffin.
Norway is strikingly beautiful, with its fjords and dramatic mountains. The beer is good, and strong, and cheap. The people are friendly. Ski lift tickets are dirt cheap — some of the guys went but I did not go skiing. The residential areas could’ve been just like in the US but instead of kids’ bicycles laid down on the front lawn, families had skis and ski poles stabbed into the snow, standing vertically like totem poles standing on proud display near their front doors.
In the towns when the ladies went shopping, their babies were bundled up in strollers and they’d park them outside the front door of the small shops, right there on the sidewalk! It was stunning to see that. Those scenes of small town innocence could’ve been Norman Rockwell paintings.
The roads were covered in slick ice, and yet the locals and their cars with studded tires drove FAST on those winding mountain roads! I had tire chains on my hummvee, and those chains are heavy. I can imagine how heavy the chains are for the 5-ton trucks.
Ladies and grandmothers got around for their shopping on Norwegian kick sleds (images ➜ Norwegian kick sleds - Google Search), and they got around really well on them. I once asked an elderly lady if I could try hers, and I couldn’t stay upright if my life depended on it! All I needed was more practice.
In southern Norway there’s a town called Hell, and I was there when it was frozen over. 
And I got to see the northern lights, and that was cool.