Saturday, February 2, 2013

Ok, did not expect the shitstorm of messages of people wondering how the hell, even after the end of the world, some random civillian on a "contract" was going around checking on ammunition and weapons stockpiles.

So allow me to clarify: I'm not alone, I'm basically acting as a glorified taxi driver and baby sitter to a Petty Officer and a Warrant Officer that got busted down to E-1 after thinking the apocalypse was a reasonable excuse to hit on the base commander's daughter.

My assignment is as follows: "Drive the two officers to the locations indicated on the maps provided at 0400. Keep them on task and don't let them do anything stupid."

Hard to complain since I get to drive a humvee and get hot meals.

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