...doesn't mean it's not just as hot.
Yes, it's perfectly acceptable for a Lady Warrior to opt for uniform uniformity with her commo (and camo) Battle Buddy when the temp pops above 105F. These folks are our two newest Best Friends, and we're gonna be seeing them a lot in the next few weeks if things go according to schedule.
Of course, this kind of work isn't as hot as *this* kind of work --
Rockets, airfields, and dry grass don't mix, even when the rockets *don't* go "bampf!" on impact.
A couple minutes after the first one hit, a Force Protection Hummer drove up to our ramp, and a young Captain who looked like she should have still been in high school hollered, "Where did the rocket hit?"
*ka-THUD!* *ka-THUD!*
"Well, if you meant the first one, drive about a quarter-mile up the road. If you meant those last two, my guess is they're about fifty meters over there, where the smoke is just starting."
She musta been a branch transfer from the Navy, cuz I've *never* heard an Air Force Captain with that extensive a vocabulary. I stood in rapt admiration the entire time.
Although, for a couple of minutes, I figured we were both gonna have to form a spit-line to halt the advance...
"Caution: Objects in camera viewfinder are closer than they appear."
Heh. It didn't help that a Blue-Suiter was on climbout when the rockets impacted and salvoed his flares to decoy the -- *koff* -- non-existent SAMs.
Or that he was only 20 feet in the air when he did ...
Yes, it's perfectly acceptable for a Lady Warrior to opt for uniform uniformity with her commo (and camo) Battle Buddy when the temp pops above 105F. These folks are our two newest Best Friends, and we're gonna be seeing them a lot in the next few weeks if things go according to schedule.
Of course, this kind of work isn't as hot as *this* kind of work --
Rockets, airfields, and dry grass don't mix, even when the rockets *don't* go "bampf!" on impact.
A couple minutes after the first one hit, a Force Protection Hummer drove up to our ramp, and a young Captain who looked like she should have still been in high school hollered, "Where did the rocket hit?"
*ka-THUD!* *ka-THUD!*
"Well, if you meant the first one, drive about a quarter-mile up the road. If you meant those last two, my guess is they're about fifty meters over there, where the smoke is just starting."
She musta been a branch transfer from the Navy, cuz I've *never* heard an Air Force Captain with that extensive a vocabulary. I stood in rapt admiration the entire time.
Although, for a couple of minutes, I figured we were both gonna have to form a spit-line to halt the advance...
"Caution: Objects in camera viewfinder are closer than they appear."
Heh. It didn't help that a Blue-Suiter was on climbout when the rockets impacted and salvoed his flares to decoy the -- *koff* -- non-existent SAMs.
Or that he was only 20 feet in the air when he did ...
And gollee, Bill, if you were really a journalist of Mike Yon's caliber - you'd have caught all the action - including the initial rocket still in flight, rather than just standing around gabbing with cammied-up chicas.
Geez.
Be a large caliber journalistic heavy hitter and have the world-at-large form very sharp and divergent opinions of me, and become the target of the approbation of Chuck Z, Greyhawk, Matty Blackfive, Uncle Jimbo, and Cassie.
Choice B:
Gab with cute chicks wearing tight T-shirts and toting guns.
Decisions, decisions...
On an odd observation, things have obviously improved over there or these folks are new in theater because they don't look like they are living off beef jerky and MREs.
I still remember the guys coming home from 2008 looking a little more gaunt and worn.
http://www.ep.tc/problems/25/index.html
Next door hootch neighbor just took a bullet through the roof. Made a cool, 7.62x39mm dent in his floor, too.
Which is just one more reason I went with Choice B...
As in, the sustained, rapid, violent contact between her knuckles and someone else's anatomy.