I apologize once again for the long lapse in time between posts. I've had trouble trying to write without crossing the lines of revealing sensitive information the the enemy can use against us.
As I mentioned before, we have contractors on the base that do much of the maintenece and running of different programs like the dining facility which I call a chow hall. I've gotten in trouble of using that term in the past, but I don't see a reason to change what we've call it for generations. Anyway, I'm off topic with that. Back to the people I'm writing about today, the contractors.
I'm working night-shift, so my last meal of the day before I go to bed is actually breakfast. We have choices like scrambled eggs, oatmeal, beacon, sausage, omelets, and hash among other things. Scrambled eggs, fried eggs, and omelets are made to order as we go through the line. Now, the other day, I was three people behind a civilian contractor that was there as part of one of the maintenence teams.
Here is the part the ticked me off this day. He orders three eggs, scrambled. The soldier behind him orders the same thing. The cook then took six eggs and started cooking them to the side of the grill together so that he'd have more room to cook eggs for the other people in line as well. Well, this civilian starts getting upset and complaining that he didn't ask for six eggs, he asked for three. Four or five people tried to explain to him that when the eggs were done cooking, they would be divided in half, and he would only get half of them, not all six, and the other half would go to the soldier behind him in line. He either couldn't grasp the concept, or refused to accept that reasoning. In the end, the soldier got all six eggs, and the cook had to cook three more all by themselves in order to satisfy that man.
Now, I've been in the country for almost four months now, and I know that at a minimum, three soldiers made the ultimate sacrifice while doing their duties off base. Many others had been seriously injured. We had received several mortar and rocket attacks on the base itself, and this guy was complaining about having someone else's eggs cooked with his. What kind of jackass stands in a line of this country's volunteer military fighters, and starts complaining about this kind of crap, when the people in line both ahead and behind him are facing dangers that would make him cower in a corner and piss himself? He was overweight and undisciplined, and he had the audacity to whine about something so trivial in a place where people were dying so that he could have his cush little job behind the protective barriers of the base, making two or three times as much money as the rest of us.
In any case, you can see why I some people disgust me. I'll have another post up tomorrow. I have to get back to work now.