Well, I'm impressed. It only took a week to get me
1. inprocessed with my new employer, to include Import/Export certification,
2. back up on flight status (took more time to find the doc's office than it did to get a Class II Physical),
3. up to speed on the country (customs, threat, food, threat, politics, threat, geography, threat, weather patterns, threat, language(s) and threat) -- *big* hat-tip to SOCOM,
4. qualified as a counter-ambush/counter-terror driver (glad I had previous experience commuting on I-195 to Ft. Monmouth), and
5. [entry not entered -- OPSEC and all that. Gotta keep you guys guessing about *some* things...].
Meantime, I've still got some flight gear to get from the Air Force; they had to order me a helmet, since they only stock XL and XXL. I refrained from commenting, for a change (I never snark someone who's gonna give me something and *hasn't* ordered it yet). So, I'll be tieing up loose ends for a couple of days -- meantime, I figured I'd show you a bit of Bragg that the tourist brochures don't include on the itinerary.
This'n is for John. After all, ADA *is* sorta-kinda artillery.

But as far as I'm concerned, this thing is best viewed as a static display.
For the Soldiers Angels who drop in and visit (and all the Denizennes doing double-duty with SA), this retreat is tucked into a quiet corner.

Why'd I take a picture of it? Because. Just because...
Last, but never least, this'n is for the SB Brigade.

Heh. That muffled thunderclap you just heard was Maggie enroute to sign up for Jump School...
See you guys later.
[Addendum: I keep getting Line 71 Runtime Errors in the Snarkback Comment box -- durnburn hi-tech 'trons -- so I'll have to do a John for replies. BTW, kat, *all* my posts used'ta get popped in just after midnight, but one morning I woke up at zero-dark-thirty still sitting in front of the monitor...]
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