Job done.

Op over. I'm in a field camp right now, and had to threaten the captain here with posting to a bioweapons reseach facility as a test sample to get computer access on the sat link.

Now I need a holday. Very bleeding badly. While you were all going through six shades of hell, you can take some comfort in the fact that I was getting shot in foreign parts h while... well, you don't need to know. The whole event was shit from end to end, and that has to almost the lowest point. Have to say that as unfortunate timing goes, sudden bastard agony in the brain is not a good idea when there's a man with a gun nearby. Especially if he doesn't like you.

But on the bright side for me, it was only the leg, so I get to walk with a stick for a while, which is good because I can get sympathy from women, and hit small children with it.

I'll stall that fuckbags I work for as long as I can, but at some point I'm going to need some kind of write up to pass up the chain - they're going to want to know what happened, but since I've got psych leave coming up, it can wait at least until I get back from that.

You've all done a fucking blinding job that you shouldn't have had to do. Don't forget that.