Being In Kosovo
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I have now been here for about, eh, two weeks, give or take a couple days. It has been fairly interesting, to say the least, not to leave out that we've been pretty much non-stop since we got here. This is supposedly my day off. I spent it collecting air samples and learning the procedures for returning a HMMW-V from Dispatch, which includes hosing it down. That was fun, when it was just at freezing temperatures and there is snow all over the place. I haven't been taking advantage of the kodak moments like I should be. I did manage to get one of me hosing down the Four Seater (military terminology would term it as a M998.)
My computer has just ran out of batteries and will not let me show you however. Curse the computer. My favorite (note sarcasm) has been the MASS-CAL excercise, however. Becuase our offices happen to be located inside of the hospital, most people seem to be under the impression that our job intails patient Care. WRONG! We are anti-medics, we don't see patients, our job is to prevent the medics from having to see patients. And if they have to see patients, it is for bullet holes, not because they are actually sick. But because our job only goes as far as recommendations (we recommend that you do not eat this sandwich made from ingrediants that have been sitting out on the counter for the last four days), the medics will still have a job. *sighs* Meanwhile, back to MASS-CAL's, you might be asking yourself, what this fascinating acronym I have just bestowed upon you might mean, well, in short, it means Massive Casualties. That means anything more then the Hospital is capable of taking care of on a regular day to day basis. Those numbers are not for me to share. The MASS-CAL excercise is to prepare all the doctors and nurses and other 91 Series MOS' to prepare themselves in case a situation that would present itself as being deamed worthy to be called a MASS-CAL might come up. I have been given the task of QRF. Don't ask me what the official Acronym stands for, I just know it means 'stand outside the EMT entrance and make sure nobody that's not supposed to get in the hospital gets in'. It is a taxing job, but I guess somebody has to do it. So anyway, for the last week, they've been prepping us up on this MASS-CAL excercise practically every evening for a couple hours, where I proceed to suit up in Full Battle Rattle, head outside the door, and stand there. Then I freeze. I loved how the Sergeant Major put it. "It is your job to put yourself between the aggressor and the hospital, so that if he has anything, you are to get him as far away as you can so that he doesn't blow up the nurses and doctors." In other words, I'm expendable. That's good to know. If I do have to blow myself up for the sake of the hospital, they better give me something. Like a medal, or something. Or rather, the doctors I just saved can patch me up again and make me almost as good as new. Yeah, that's it. Meanwhile, this has turned out to be the better deployment to be in, by far. It's basically come to here or the Sandbox. If I stay in for any length of time, I'm sure I'll get my shot there too.
Posted by Erickson on 10:58 AM : (((
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