In their never-ending quest to keep the masses entertained, the good folks at the MWR today sponsored a bench-press competition, which, actually is pretty cool.
Then, walking away from watching that for a little bit, I noticed one of the Air Force types getting ready to catch some sun on top of one of the buildings.
Can't say that I blame him, really at all.
I mean, there's not much to do here for the most part, even on a good day.
War, particularly a war such as this one, takes a lot of people in support roles that don't really have much of anything to do for large portions of the time, but, in those moments when they don't do their job, chaos ensues.
We're all a bunch of horseshoe nails, after all. We don't get to write books about it, no reporters want to stick a mike in our faces and ask us about anything, but, without us things would go poorly.
At least that's what we tell ourselves as we scurry from fobbit hole to fobbit hole.
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