Ok, maybe not but I still thought it was funny: Due to the elections, we are at an increased threat level, which in part entails the wear of the protective vest and kevlar at all times and no matter where we go. (Including the porta pottie which for us females is a royal pain in the bazoonkas) This afternoon for lunch, my team mates went ahead of myself and one other person to get the vehicle. Well, myself and this other person walked up to the truck, thinking that it would be just the 4 of us, when we opened the doors we found that 5 people were already in the 7 seater suburban and my TL was just walking up. Trying to be nice, I said that I would walk (it's only 1/2 mile and I do it frequently anyway) but they would have none of it and thus we squeezed 8 people wearing full armour, and mind you 6 of the 8 are large men (they work out), into an 8000 LB armored suburban. Was quite a tight fit, and rather funny to see everyone come pouring out at the chow hall.
Right now we are on alert, with no major changes to the schedule, but should it become neccessary, we will be called upon to pull tower guard duty. NOT something I had hoped to do again in my time here in Iraq, but if it is needed, I will be up there, ready to be bored to pieces. Nothing exciting has ever happened in my time on the towers, NOT that I hope it would.
I am actually glad for the gear right now, as this morning walking back from chow I had the rather unnerving experience of hearing a rocket fly over head and then land across the way in another base camp. Of course the sirens promptly went off. I HATE loud noises to start with, and sirens just add a new level of cringe for me. (Something about listening to them night and day during the war while in Kuwait and they were lobbing scuds at us.)
Well, I am safe and sound for now, that is all the news from lake slayer, where the women and men are equally insane:)
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gadzooks--wear that gear! And if you can be in the bottom of the pile in the suburban, volunteer for it! All these moments have a comic edge; glad you can see it, but-- stay with your team and don't walk! Like you need more mothers writing advice! Take care Sgt. Lizzie, Lucy--
Hmmmm ... now why am I getting visions of a military version of the clowns in the car? ;)
Of course, with the rocket incident I'm going to worry about you even more than I already was.
Keep your head down, Sarge.
-G
Glad to see I am not the only extra mom you have reading and worrying about you. Keep looking for those chuckels! Hang in there.
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