Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Inappropriate decorum

Apparently when E-7s with Intelligence jobs ask lower enlisted soldiers questions, the appropriate response is NEVER "I'm sorry sergeant, I didn't understand the question - I'm not really familiar with Dungeons and Dragons terminology."

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Tan lines


When I was in basic training, this was pretty much the uniform we wore every day, and we spent a lot of time outside. After basic, the uniform changed slightly, with the wearing of berets.

Normally, when you spend much of the day outdoors, they begin to develop tans. Of course, if you're wearing long sleeve shirts and long pants and a hat all the time, only your face, neck and hands will get dark. You will develop a ridiculous tanline on your forehead where your headgear sits on your head. New people you meet off duty will stare at your forehead while talking to you, only to occasionally gaze down at your hands. The more forward (or socially awkward) may even blurt out, "dude why the hell are your hands so dark?"

My attempts to even out the tan have been remarkably unsuccessful. Spending my off days outside in the sun only made everything darker by an equal amount. My hands still look stupid, and my beret tanline is still very pronounced. Oh well. At least it's not as bad as basic, when I had to wear thick, ugly glasses so that when I first showed up to AIT I had pale, horizontal bands on my temples leading back to my ears. Also, I had some sort of reverse-raccoon look, since the area around my eyes didn't tan as much as the rest of my face.

Photo Credit:
Soldiers #1
Originally uploaded by donjuanna
Used under a Creative Commons BY-NC 2.o license

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Safety first

The military loses a lot of productivity to death, illness, or injury. Senior leadership understandably tries to keep a lot of this under control, so we endure briefings and slideshows and more briefings concerning vehicle safety or pedestrian safety or sports safety or even food safety.

Back when I was in AIT, there was a bit of an epidemic of some crazy virus. The response by command was to have us all carry bottles of hand sanitizer. Well, the disease came and went, and we hadn't seen any infections in months. From what I hear, they're still required to carry hand sanitizer on them at all times. I guess they'll be required to do so until mankind stops acquiring communicable diseases.

Also at AIT, the local Air Force training unit required that all airmen wear reflective belts while walking around. So basically, airmen wear uniforms that are camouflaged, designed to make the wearer difficult to see, then put a neon colored reflective belt so that they are easy to see. From a car at night, it looks like floating strips of neon colors crossing the street.

The funniest part about the safety obsession is the signs we see. Shown here is a 20 lb candy vending machine, which has the low tech device that takes quarters and dispenses a fixed amount of candy. Or disgusting candy-coated peanuts from 1994, if you prefer.


Look closer. That's right -


Our safety overlords have decided to warn us that this 20 lb machine, which weighs less than some of my larger loads of laundry, can fall over and cause serious injury or death. Also, I'm pretty sure that the vending machine will certainly "dispense free product" if I break the plastic case. Or I could just pick it up and take it home.

I could probably keep this blog updated on a regular basis with just ridiculous signs alone.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Faith

Camouflage Bibles are available at most chaplain's offices here. Are there recon teams hiding under stacks of Bibles in the desert? If so, may I be the first to say - AWESOME.

I never really understood why this Bible publishers saw fit to include Psalms and Proverbs, but not the rest of the Old Testament. Maybe they don't want soldiers reading Ecclesiastes. Or start reading Job and never finish.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Laundry room

Sundays are a very popular day to do laundry in the barracks. Doing laundry on Sunday usually means that you will have to settle for a sub-par machine for washing and/or drying. This could mean any of the following:

  1. Washer that does not spin, causing you to have to waste an extra 20 minutes drying
  2. Dryer that smells like smoke (and not cigarette smoke either) because some jackass probably decided to dry his clothes in there WAY too long so that the heat actually singed the completely dry clothes inside.
  3. Dryer that smells like sweat and will forever imbue your clothes with a reminder that one of your neighbors has won the war over deodorant, and decided to go cheap on the detergent during the washing cycle.
Also, walking into the laundry room on Sundays is a great way to witness PDA between ugly pimply faced 19-year-olds in an unnecessarily humid environment. Gross.