Cool, and might I add that the "week in the life" is perhaps my favorite feature here. Keep 'em coming.
That was a great read!! Your nun story reminded me of one night when I was checking parking lots of hotels near the airport. I found a guy breaking into a sedan, and he takes off running when he sees me. I see him pull a briefcase from the car as he takes off. I chase him through two other parking lots and behind a grocery store and I finally tackle and arrest him. We were both wiped out from the run. I grab the briefcase and it falls open. It's full of Bibles! Yeah, a real life Bible salesman! I told him, "You're not going to prison, you're going to hell!"
I love your day-in-the-life stories. Some of them go over my head because I don't know the legal issues, or worse, the jargon (LBG?), but that's my problem. I think if you retold some of the stories for non-lawyers and included a few photos and scanned documents you could probably get a newspaper column out of it. Hell, team up with a few other defense blawgers and try for a book deal.
LBG was, at least when I was in the Army, the term US military personnel used to describe people from countries we were sent to. Americans were Big Black Guys and Big White Guys; indigenous peoples were Little Brown Guys. It is about the equivalent of the British use of "wog" although with the added benefit of being an acronym so more military, a little more reserved, and not easily understood by outsiders who might be PC idiots.I never liked the term but heard it often.
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