Still CONUS

Sweet lord, we are still in NJ.

Monday night, the game was "Simon Says," which we played with the Air Force ("We're going," "We're not going," etc.) until about 2300. The CO was so bored that he personally was handing out the box lunches (which also double as box breakfasts and dinners) to the Marines after they had paid $3.50, waited for an Air Force receipt to be printed, and then walked 10 feet from the cashier. (I would have gotten a picture of this, but I don't want to have him take my camera from me this early in the op.) Finally, they 'fessed up that the plane was broke and the crew needed their mandated crew rest period before taking off on that long a flight.

Off to the BOQ/BEQ/Transient quarters/Hotel, whatever the Air Force calls it. We would have taken a cot or an open squad bay, but hey, this is the Air Force; they don't have any on this base! Took about an hour, the big issue being - believe it or not - who was paying. We are all on the same team, but we had to remind them of this. The CO got the rooms, and we secured for the night.