Roger...I'm on it.
Yeah we'll see how far that goes.
War story;
A bit of background so you understand the context: last time over I was a Advisor to the Iraqi Army. This was before the MiTT shit got started, we were the first Advisor team to deploy to Iraq. We lived on an Iraqi Military base, beside the US base at Taji. We did not have a mess hall, or showers, or a roof over our heads until we built them. BUT- that, as they say, is another story.
There we were...( no shit)... just coming off a three day patrol north of Taji and along Route Tampa- no hot food, no showers, no Star Trek movies, nuthin but hand grenade pins, and spend brass...We pull into Taji and roll up the the south mess hall. Leaving a guard on the vehicles and crew serves we head into get a bit to eat. (we always tried to end a mission on or about chow time...hey- an Army travels on it's tummy tumm-tumm, dammit!)
Needless to say we are a tad dusty. Walking in we wash out hands, and faces, and heads, in the sinks and prepare to walk in. All of a sudden, this Sergeant Major steps up and tells me I can not enter the mess hall in dirty uniforms.
Being the polite and political correct officer that I am, I answer, "You know what, Sarn't?, My guys just came in after three days getting shot at and blow'ed up, and we are gonna get a hot meal- the first American food we've had in a week. You can get out of the way or I am going to have SSG All*** (name removed in case this ever gets to trail) shoot. you."
Now, as fat Sergeant Majors sometimes get, he raised up all mightily on me. "Sir," he said, "You can not talk to me in that way."
I turned to SSG All*** and said, "Shoot him."
All***'s M9 started to clear the holster as the fat FOBbett took off. We went in and partook to snarfing down cheeseburgers. A few minutes later, the DEFAC manager (a civilian dude who've we come to know over the last ten months) came over. "Are we in serious trouble?" says I. "I'm sorry," says he, "SGM ********* is new in country and doesn't know you guys."
I heard later the SGM complained to Base command to the G3 told him he was lucky we didn't shoot him.
FOBbets. Never forget that there are those people in the military who's entire career consists of sitting around telling other people how they should fight- but never really fight themselves.