The madness! The madness!

And I thought it was outrageous that I had to salute when I was in Bagram:

I’m squeezing between several plywood B Huts on my way to the divine grounds of hot chow. I’m lost when suddenly Bob the MP Fobbit stops me.

“Hey, where’s your road guard belt”? He confronts me in that arrogant, you stupid ass tone, they use.

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“ What”? I respond in and exasperated manner. I have limited time to get some chow and get back before the time my plane is rumored to leave. This rumor will later morph into a lie on the part of the terminal personnel.

“Your road guard belt, you’re required to wear one during hours of limited visibility regardless of uniform”. He tells me this in a way that leads me to believe he thinks I’m an idiot.

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“Well, you’re going to have to get a ticket then”. Bob informs me. Evidently, a violation of Supreme Fobbit Directive #1 results in a $35 ticket.

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