Good morning campers. I'm not quite awake yet. You have to wait three minutes and no more than five for your tea to be ready. Any less, too weak, any more, tastes bitter. And don't play with the tea bag, just let it steep, you Yanks...Stand by.....milk in first (in this case Coffee Mate) and sugar and .....perfection {slurp.....ahhh}. Alasdair Fraser on the ipod, life is good. Caffeine moving to the brain now.
What did you guys do yesterday? Really? Master Mariners race? Barbecue? Travel? Nothing? All good. We are a NATO base so no memorial day stuff. Sort of weird to be in the center of the reason for the holiday but not celebrate the holiday. Also means that everything is open and I got mail. Just another 110 degree day in paradise.
Waiting on my air ambulance. Decided to check with Air Operations to make sure that all the paperwork was done correctly. Turns out that they had the times wrong. Except it was GMT and I had to do calculations in my head. Which I failed miserably. Thank you to the US Air Force for showing mercy on my feeble brain and doing the conversion for me. I ran back to send an emergency email only to find out that the aircraft has not been allowed to leave India because of a crash there earlier in the week and tightened regulations. So maybe today. The Role 3 is not real happy with me. But what ya gonna do? Some things are out of my control. Actually, most things are out of my control.
Out "bat phone" rang for a request for an ambulance. Remember our 911 numbers are all 10 digits here. They couldn't remember the base emergency number but found ours. It's all good, our crew went out and picked up a local who had a minor accident and brought him back to the clinic. He had a nice laceration on his lip that I sewed up. Z was a little disappointed because she was itching to try her new suturing skills but I had to veto it for obvious political/medical/legal reasons. Next time, I promise. {pause for sip of tea}
So, dude if you are Taliban, you owe me one...
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