A hard rainstorm sent our observation balloon into a heaped
mess on one of the castle walls with its cable stretched across the camp. While the workers were busy attending to the
mess at one end of the camp, the security folks locked us all down for our
safety, presumably as a precaution from the dangerous cable, or maybe the
deflated balloon was really a Taliban Trojan Horse. We do a lot of things under the pretext of
safety around here, some rightly so, but others? I ignored the mindless lockdown, kitted up
and went to the lot with my team to await my ride. What the trolls didn’t realize was just how
many movements were planned that day as the massive tactical vehicles began to
show up hoping to pick up their passengers.
They kept coming and coming and before long the lot was jammed with all
sorts of armor, worse than Christmas at the mall, and with lots of Guardians standing
around. At least we got out with our
more nimble British Foxhound armored vehicles.
Ah yes, cluster Fu-kery at its finest.
Its getting crowded
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