So it's another duty day. Today is special, though, because it's the start of our Force Protection Training Exercises, a 36-hour process where the ship faces one threat after another and we try not to get killed.
(I really wish I'd gotten more sleep last night. Grrrrr!)
We've had a bomb left by the pier gate, an intruder trying to gain access to the ship, and a team of intruders who successfully got on board and had to be rooted out of their entrenched position.
(That last drill is one of the worst, in that it's almost guaranteed to cause casualties. But we passed, which is to say that our casualties weren't horrendously high and our technique didn't have anything especially wrong with it; and so the drilling continues...)
My part varies from drill to drill; but it generally involves me and one other sailor running around with plastic guns, taking cover behind convenient large objects, and guarding whatever space we're assigned to.
It's going to be interesting to see how sleep-deprivation-incoherent I get by tomorrow afternoon.
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