After the panic of the first day, I got a text message this morning that said, "Today is fun. I get to kill folks and break things."
(In military speak, that means something like, "I get to point at someone and say, 'You just got shot.' then say to his buddy, 'Just what are you supposed to do now?' and 'This piece of equipment just broke, how are you going to do your job without it?'")
I, of course, texted him back and said, "Life is all about the little trade offs."
Then I get the call this evening...
"I missed breakfast and lunch and just got back to the hotel after a very long day and four double shots of scotch. Think I'll go to bed now..."
It's 7pm there. Yup, military life rarely changes it's spots.
QOTD: "Airplanes suffers from so many technical faults that it is only a matter of time before any reasonable man realizes that they are useless!" ~ Scientific American (1910)