So we went out for ice cream after work and I was walking back to Camp Hicks when the rocket attack alarm went off. I went to drop down but realized that I was next to the poo pond and would be face planting in poo dirt. Hmm. No, don't think so. So I stopped, looked and listened, the poo pond version of "stop, drop, and roll," and didn't hear the whistling of rockets or any explosions, so I continued on my way and went to the bunker. Ok, I stopped to pee first. "In for a penny in for a pound," my mother says. I'm not even sure what the hell that means but I had to pee and I figured that I was already on borrowed time so I might as well borrow some more.
People are leaving the clinic, some going out to FOBs and some going home. All part of the daily goings on at KAF. You are either leaving on R and R or coming back from R and R. Via Con Dios, Garth. It was a busy day clinically, all three PAs saw patients, was almost like a real clinic. Apparently there is a new TV show about a trauma center in Afghanistan. With my TV work experience I'm sure it sucks. I know it sucks because I saw a preview on Youtube. Snake in the OR? Then you shoot it? Yeah, we do that every day. And we have lots and lots of sex. Just like TV. I wonder if their technical advisor has chest pain the way we did on "Trauma." I guarantee that their will be a love triangle, someone will die and someone who used to be famous will guest star. Like Charlie Sheen. He'll play the wacky neighbor.
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