Happenings

It has been awhile since I’ve had something happen that has made me feel “old” or like I’ve been here way too long. I was lying on my bed reading this evening and just as my eyes closed and I began to doze, I heard the familiar wailing of the giant voice start screaming its rocket attack warnings. Just as I rolled over I heard the impact. Krrrumphboom!! Krrrumph! Krrrumph! HE never fails to excite me. Thankful for the wake-up call, I wandered off to the showers but was greeted by the sight of our chief pilot running around with his radio in a panic telling everyone that they needed to get to the bunkers. I shooed him away and went in and took my shower. As I got dressed the all-clear sounded and when I walked out there were people everywhere excitedly chattering and spreading rumors and it hit me that most all of the people working for this company are new here.

But I mean really, how the hell is somebody gonna know whether it took out 3 fighters and 7 guys if it exploded 10 minutes before and you were in bed at the time? I must’ve heard 5 or 6 ridiculous stories just in the 50 yard walk from the shower to my hooch.

And then I hear this pathetic assclown calling home on his cell phone to his wife or mommy or whatever saying, “Oh yeah, we just got hit really bad….yeah I just wanted to call you before you saw it on the news and got scared….yeah it was really close…” I absolutely can’t stand people that make a huge deal out of nothing to try make someone feel sorry for them. I hate that crap. I got pissed. And I say this not to score sympathy points, don’t need em don’t want em. But I wanted to tell them all to wait until it hits close enough to blow them outta their bunks, or punches the vehicle they’re riding in full of shrapnel, or scares them bad enough that they run off butt naked out of bed into a freezing bunker. My patience for certain things has definitely gotten quite thin.

Then I felt “old”. This sucks…haha