Yeah, like *that's* an original title. However, since FbL was kind enough to quote me in her latest post -- despite almost choking on something else I said (and which I’ll trot out whenever her keyboard needs washing again) -- so, I figured I'd add today's installment on Iraqi terminology.
The stoo'nts gave all the instructors nicknames (wotta surprise, eh?).
I've discovered that *mine* is "Haji," which, in this neck of the woods, they use to designate an elder as "Patriarch" or "Father-figure" -- but, knowing their sense of humor, I suspect is somewhat more akin to "Gramps"...
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Thing A Thong Of Thick Pens
Wheee! We just got a shipment of sundries from the Home Office: paper clips for the memos we haven't been producing (no printer or paper), staplers (sans staples) for the schedules we haven't been printing (no printer or paper), medical kits for the wounds we haven't sustained (no paper = no paper cuts) and big ol' thick Magic Markers™ in designer colors that we don't use (presently, a black entry on the whiteboard means it's scheduled this week, a red one means it's scheduled next week -- since we're all guys, the concept of a *chartreuse* task is beyond us).
On the bright side, our USAF Official PX/BX Thong Monitor reports that two-thirds of the thongs nestled coyly between the SWAT-style pistol lanyards and the "Writes Underwater!™" Pens appear to have been purchased. Back to you, Cassie.
On the even-brighter side, the warmer weather (it hit 35C at 1000) has encouraged those contractors of the female persuasion to dress in a somewhat breezier style, resulting in some amusing near-collisions in the chow hall between guys paying more attention to the scenery than to the guardrails lining the salad bar at just-below-belt-buckle level...



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