The email that we all wait for around here is the one that is delivered to your personal email that says "your CAC card is waiting to be picked up." Your CAC card, Common Access Card, is a military ID for civilians. Lets you fly on military aircraft and makes life generally easier. And mine is waiting for me. Hot damn. Of course it needs a picture and mine will have the dork look on it. No, you can't see it. Just a reminder of my stay here. I could show you but I'd have to kill you...
So I strolled into work yesterday and the place was crawling with cops. I tried to scram, see but the screws found me, see. It was the IMPs, internatioanl military police. They had cordoned off the area and were searching the tents behind the clinic and we were caught up in their net. People were none too happy I couldn't help thinking that if we were back in the US people would be bitchin and moaning and calling their Congressmen. Here we just go, "OK, can I go pee?" People stood outside for 7 hours while they searched. My theory is that we have had 35 people killed in theater in this year from folks coming on bases in uniforms or acting like workers and either blowing themselves up or shooting people. There were no dogs so I don't think that they were looking for drugs. So I think that they were looking for uniforms and other paraphanalia. Now, me being me, asked the officer in charge what we were going to do about sick call. After a conference they decided we could see our patients if they were really sick. If not, send them away and have them come back in the afternoon. And we had to stay in the clinic. And, of course, it is me you know, I had to make the Canadian Sergeant Major a cup of tea. With milk. None of this American with a lemon nonsense. Wow, my English heritage has finally paid off. Me mum will be so proud....
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