Last night was much quieter than the night before. I walked back into my B-hut from services/oneg supper right before 2100 hoping for a good nights sleep.
Apparently, whomever locally had been having fun the night before was out of rockets and I got my night’s worth of sleep. Thursday evening – in celebration perhaps of Veteran’s Day, the Magic of 11-11 or whatever was something else.
We knew it was going to be fun when I heard the whislting shriek overhead mid-evening. About a minute later the siren goes off and the speaker announces “INCOMING.”
Well, DUH! I heard it and waited to see who else was coming to the party.
Second whistle sounded a lot further away. And another announcement.
All together we were treated to about five sirens before the all clear. It took a whle longer before the excessive jet noise and helicopters quieted down.
When I asked yesterday morning if there had been anything major the answer made me chuckle. Nope – one landed in the SF compound so it didn’t hit anything important. The rest – don’t think they even went off after landing.
Important? SF is not important?
Oops – no – I meant that it didn’t hit people, buildings or vehicles.
Instead, we were treated to EOD yesterday afternoon performing a number of controlled detonations. Announcement – boom. Announcement – boom. Nothing like duds being tossed our way.