Medevacs do curse me..

I know it's all about money here. If we get woking up in the middle of the night by a rocket attack we go back on the clock. "Rocket attack, Rocket attack cha-ching." But attention Taliban-I appreciate the OT you are providing but you can keep the money, really. I'll trade it for sleep. The bunkers have lost their charm, especially the ones that people have pee'd in. We were awoken at one in the morning. I got up looked outside, heard no explosions and looked around, no one else was headed for the bunker, and I hate to be early for a party so, I went back to bed. Through the fog of sleep, I heard the all clear. Cheated death again.
Flash forward to the next night. I am asleep. phone rings, it's the clinic. Steve says, "there's a guy here that needs a medevac, can you come down?" Of course I can, it's what I do. So I get dressed and drive down to the clinic. I meet a man who has an employee in the Role 3. He was admitted 12 hours ago. And now at 11 o'clock at night he wants me to supply him with a Medic to put in his Russian aircraft and fly this person to Uzbekistan. Here'a the thing, none of this surprised me. I drove down to the Role 3 and made rounds on the patient. Then we drove around KAF trying to find a medical crew. Found one at 0100. Job done, back to bed. Just another day (night) at KAF.

I bought Z a birthday earring and necklace set for her birthday at the Bizzare. She lost an earring hitting the dirt during a rocket attack on September 11th standing inline at the Difac waiting for an Outback steak house steak. You know, like this hasn't happened to you.