One of the "Safe Houses" where Americans live is The Alamo. This is where I currently reside, although today all of the techs that were housed with me left to go to a new and much improved Safe House, The Tillman House, named after the professional football player turned Ranger who was killed by friendly fire a few years ago. I'm now living alone in a GP Medium tent erected in the courtyard of a former mansion. I'm so lonely and confused...
NOT. Anyway, I'll figure out what is going to happen to me sometime tomorrow. I've got to work all night in the Technical Control Facility, where I currently work, to assist with an Authorized Service Interruption (ASI) for some equipment that needs repair and maintenance.
Ah yes, home sweet home. I'm learning to dig tent living again. It will be much better when winter comes, dumps piles of snow onto the dirt and dust, and I get to traipse through it going to and from the showers and bathrooms.
We have bunkers to run to should RPGs, mortars, rockets, or bombs go off near our compound. I've been lucky so far. But I'm told that we get hit every few weeks or so.
More shots of the Alamo. It's a pretty good sized compound. The military have priority for the hard billets. Sleazy, slimy contractors like myself are relegated to the tents.
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