Work is Dangerous *True Story Sunday*

In the U.S. Army there is a "Culture of Cowardice." It feels like everyone has been trained to cover their asses and lay low for 20 years so they can get out and collect their pension. This really bothered my while I was in Nicaragua, because I was young and wanted to just get things done. So when I would get in trouble for working hard in the name of safety, and no one would care when I went and sat down for the rest of the day it didn't make any sense to me. Especially when I knew that I could raise my hand at any moment and volunteer to walk around the roads of Iraq with a shovel looking for IED's. Don't tell me you care about my safety when you would send me to die without a second thought out in the desert. The day after I was kicked out of the fork lift I was sitting in the motorpool office waiting for them to print me off a slip of paper which would become my license. Even though I was never tested on the machine, I would have a slip of paper saying I could drive it. While I was waiting a soldier came in and said there was an 18 wheeler blocking the road outside. He wanted to know if anybody could move it. I raised my hand and said I could do it. I had never driven an 18 wheeler before. He asked if I had a license, and I told him, "No, but if you need it moved I can do it." And I stood up to walk outside and move the truck, when another soldier in the waiting room chimed in and said, "Dude I wouldn't I heard some kid got pulled out of a forklift yesterday for operating it without a license." I replied, "Yeah that was me. Do you need the truck moved or not?" They found someone else. It was this "Culture of cover my ass" that would have the Army and I on a collision course that ended in a rather dramatic fashion. But I'll save that story for another day. It seems like the audio got a bit out of sync when I was editing, but I was too lazy to do anything about it, so deal with it!