Post by Honeylioness on Nov 21, 2008 13:52:51 GMT -5
19 November 2008
A Redhawk update. I got a call from him a couple of nights ago. His team was called out of the field and he is in the Green Zone for an undetermined amount of time. Now, I need to set the scene for you. His team does covert missions so far off the grid that if anything happens the government will not even admit they are US citizens. If any of you have seen an episode of The Unit – it is pretty near spot on in regards to the missions etc.
So here are these 10 men and their Lieutenant (LT). They have been living by their wits and away from anything remotely called civilization for eight months. No showers, no clean clothes, no shaving, no haircuts – in short looking like they wandered out of a taping of “Deliverance: Afghani Style” and probably smelling worse. AND they are armed to the teeth with all sorts of rifles and scopes and long range weapons, not to mention the stuff stashed on them that people could not see. Now, what is the first thing they want? FOOD. Real food. Not reconstituted MREs or fresh camel meat. So they line up like good boys and go through the chow line. Hawk saw something in a cooler he wanted and carried it out past the woman at the end of the counter who keeps track of what is being eaten. SHE was smart enough to not say a word.
However, this pencil necked civilian in charge of the cafeteria, decided that he would stomp over and scold Hawk and the group. The boy even had the stupidity to poke Hawk in the chest with his finger. I am very proud of my man though that he did not rip the moron’s arm off and beat him to death with it. And when Hawk just stared him down the manager got more and more irate and called in the MPs and began to yell at them and tell them to deal with Hawk. Of course the MPs, whose Mama’s didn’t raise no fools, just told the manager to go in the back, sit down and shut up.
And WHAT you may ask created all this drama? What had my Darling done that was apparently SO egregious?
MILK.
Yep, my sweetheart is a milk junkie. He will turn down drugs, loose women and alcohol every time if the alternative is sweet, cold milk. He had helped himself to a gallon and a half of the stuff from the drink cooler. And THAT it seems was the issue that the food manager decided was worth risking his life for against a Special Ops team.
It really makes you wonder just HOW much that man’s mother was drinking during her pregnancy.
A Redhawk update. I got a call from him a couple of nights ago. His team was called out of the field and he is in the Green Zone for an undetermined amount of time. Now, I need to set the scene for you. His team does covert missions so far off the grid that if anything happens the government will not even admit they are US citizens. If any of you have seen an episode of The Unit – it is pretty near spot on in regards to the missions etc.
So here are these 10 men and their Lieutenant (LT). They have been living by their wits and away from anything remotely called civilization for eight months. No showers, no clean clothes, no shaving, no haircuts – in short looking like they wandered out of a taping of “Deliverance: Afghani Style” and probably smelling worse. AND they are armed to the teeth with all sorts of rifles and scopes and long range weapons, not to mention the stuff stashed on them that people could not see. Now, what is the first thing they want? FOOD. Real food. Not reconstituted MREs or fresh camel meat. So they line up like good boys and go through the chow line. Hawk saw something in a cooler he wanted and carried it out past the woman at the end of the counter who keeps track of what is being eaten. SHE was smart enough to not say a word.
However, this pencil necked civilian in charge of the cafeteria, decided that he would stomp over and scold Hawk and the group. The boy even had the stupidity to poke Hawk in the chest with his finger. I am very proud of my man though that he did not rip the moron’s arm off and beat him to death with it. And when Hawk just stared him down the manager got more and more irate and called in the MPs and began to yell at them and tell them to deal with Hawk. Of course the MPs, whose Mama’s didn’t raise no fools, just told the manager to go in the back, sit down and shut up.
And WHAT you may ask created all this drama? What had my Darling done that was apparently SO egregious?
MILK.
Yep, my sweetheart is a milk junkie. He will turn down drugs, loose women and alcohol every time if the alternative is sweet, cold milk. He had helped himself to a gallon and a half of the stuff from the drink cooler. And THAT it seems was the issue that the food manager decided was worth risking his life for against a Special Ops team.
It really makes you wonder just HOW much that man’s mother was drinking during her pregnancy.