Panic in the Metropolis

We got the good SGM back from vacation late last night.  I felt like I was going pick up a long lost brother.  We've been together for the last 14 months and it just seems odd not having him around.  So, we went late last night to spare him an extra day at the local "fobbit" hangout as well to get all our ducks back in a row, so to speak.  

Well, while we were waiting for his plane to arrive, we had a "rocket" attack/drill, who the hell knows, but anyway the sirens went off and everyone went for cover in their respectve shelters.  Glenn, Allee and I just looked at each other and watched with amazement as all ran away so, we took off for our Humvee just to be part of the excitement.  We thought it'd be an excellent time to go get coffee because the line would be short but nooooooo, Tim Hortons closes during rocket attacks.  Can you beleive the nerve!  Meanwhile,  I get a call from G who happened to be at the PX, also trying to take advantage of the break in Bulgarians, Jordanians and French who pillage it and leave little for US personnel.  He wasn't allowed in either!  The nerve continues.  He says, "you hear a rocket, sir?" Nope.  You? "Nope."  Well, wait until the all clear and make a bum rush before the ISAF (NATO) troops get in their and get what you need!  

Well, we do a drive by of our other truck at the boardwalk and those two boneheads are hanging out smoking next to the truck.  I told Glenn to pull over and tell them to get in the truck and at least look nervous! Plus, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves right!  

God forbid the French/Canadian security police pull you in for questioning.  They're more likely to question us than the Taliban but that's a different lane.

Anyway, SGM is back and we all had a good day today.  Plans are stepping up and hopefully the next three months will fly by!