24 and a wake-up and I am outta here

The minutes are tic ticking as I count down the hours until I board the freedom bird to Dubai and then to the Estados Unidos. There is a procedure here to check out and it involves a lot of running around and documenting numbers and signing forms and going to briefings and getting shots. All frustrating, all worth it. Maybe because I didn't need any shots.
There is a big hole in front of our clinic. There's a bunch of them going down the street. I think they are putting in underground power lines or something but it's a giant hole none the less. The other night we had a big wind storm and it knocked down the fencing around the hole. In the morning I noticed this danger spot and thought it best that we set the signs back up as getting hurt on your way to sick call probably isn't cool. I enlisted the help of two of the Medics as one of the signs was resting precariously close to the edge. My plan was that we would gently grab it together and safely move it away from the edge and replace the temporary fencing. Simple, right? But where are we campers? That's right, Afghanistan where plans mean nothing. I was just about to explain my plan when Cliff reached in to grab the sign and knocked it into the bottom of the big deep hole. Well done, lad. He turned to me and said, "I'm not the guy to have around in an emergency." Really? Would have never guessed.  No shit, Sherlock. Thank you for your help. Ummm, ok, moving on. We redid the fence as best we could and I went for my morning granola. I ran into the guy who was fixing the fences and explained our plight and could he get a crew and fix the fence. Apparently he went down to the clinic, looked down in the hole and went inside to ask what happened. The reply? "Ah, gee we don't know..." Ah, that's my boys...