or "Coffee Straws and Drinking From the Fire Hose"

I'm getting sick. Extra not cool. I think it was all sparked by one single meeting. We were sitting through an After Actions Review (AAR), where we go over whatever training event we've just completed and discuss "Improves" and "Sustains" in order to adjust off of the feedback. Anywho, the A/C was cranking, and it comes into the building (actually it's a LAMS, which I think stands for Large Area Mobile Structure, or something close) via large flexible tubing.  I apologize engineers/construction dudes, I don't know what that stuff is properly called. So, this thing was set just above "Snow Machine" and pointed directly at me. So now I'm fighting the "mange". The opposite of cool.

Here is a funny quote from our staff meeting the other night. I chuckled. Build up: Each month the units have to do a full, by serial number, inventory of the weapons. One of my peers briefs the boss "Sir, our sensitive items inventory is complete." The boss looks at him, with a look much like a look he would give his young daughter, and replies "Oh really? Cause I call bullshit. No one touched this" and he slams his pistol on the table. It was great. Soooo, the next night, at the same Groundhog's Day meeting, the head Medic is briefing training and says, in his very calm and soothing monotone delivery "Sir, our TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) screening is 100% complete...just kidding, I wanted to see if you'd take your brain out and slam it on the table."

Newly learned info from the reps visiting from our higher headquarters: the Brigade Commander "SWORD 6"(the boss of my boss) is an avid CrossFitter AND there is a CrossFit gym on the base, with ropes! 1/2 BOOMSAUCE, 1/2 BANGCHOWDER! So Will, if you are reading this, what do you need from me for our Detachment 1, Karma CrossFit "Get Swole Plan"? Katy, if you are reading this, "Hi". How's life in the morning classes? What do you need from me to get Will back in my ("our", really [Bob, BTO, Ezzy, John, Marcel, Jeremiah, plus Robert, plus Jose, plus all we've recruited]) corner with a brain-dump of training wizardry? Umm, I have this really badass knife notebook, that is currently pulling from Main Site/Karma/Paradiso/DogTown/Pasadena randomly. I need a shepherd to lead us.

I'll wrap up with another interesting glimpse of our outfit. In a hilariously ironic, and concerning, twist, our Communications Section is primarily populated by folks who are...not the best communicators. They are all solid, I promise.  Good people, hard workers, but yeah, there is a communication hurdle, frequently. In our meeting tonight, our SIGO (Signal Officer) briefs "Sir, I have 1 Soldiers going to base tomorrow, to pick up 3 hard drive." We all understood him, obviously, but it just serves as fuel for the eyebrow raising. English is not our strong point, but I'm working it (through constant criticism, how I do).

Still drafting my "Fat Soldiers" post, but they keep asking me to do a bunch of work while on duty. The "unmitigated gall", to quote SportWood.

Goodnight everyone. Going to test out a little ZMA prior to bed tonight, in hopes of getting more restful sleep. SCIENCE!

Be right.