Just about an hour after I went to sleep last night, I got a rude awakening.
An incredibly loud siren began to wail and echo across the airfield.
ROCKET…..ATTACK….ROCKET….ATTACK….
Dang Taliban.
No courtesy whatsoever. How’s a guy supposed to get any sleep when
they insist on lobbing the occasional rocket (or mortar) in our general direction?
Jeez.
We’re supposed to grab our body armor, slap the kevlar helmet on our head, and haul ass to the nearest bunker. Which for me, is just across the way about 75 feet from my bunk. Most guys just pull the pillow over their head and wait for the stupid siren to quit.
Of course, there’s a response from our military, which I don’t know much about and couldn’t say if I did. But it’s usually not a good time for the wannabe martyr after shooting at American soldiers or marines. You’d think they’d figure out that it’s a bad idea and just stay in their nice warm blanket and dream about indoor plumbing.
But they keep at it.
So tomorrow morning when you get up early to work on your business, cursing the alarm clock and crabbing about what you gotta do to be successful, just smile and think to yourself..…at least it’s not a rocket attack.







3. February 2010 at 00:16
I applaud you for your dedication to success. You inspire me to go out there and make it happen.
3. February 2010 at 18:16
I’m glad that you get inspiration from my posts, Arthur. Use that inspiration
to get out there and make things happen. I’ll see you at the top.