Chair Saga (¶3)

After less than a week on the gray metal chair with the poncho/stadium seat Coleman pad, more chairs were needed (as the Jurassic Park variety continued to destruct at an alarming rate). I “discovered” a folding chair that was being discarded by some nearby unit (no doubt a unit that had ordered their new chairs some weeks prior to me) that had a padded cardboard seat in a metal frame. This “new” black folding chair had an actual seat height some half inch or so higher than the “old” gray one (I saw that as a plus), but the padding was so thin as to be inconsequential should one need to sit in the chair for more than five minutes. I suppose there are folks out there that have more natural padding on their posterior than I do, but I can only document my own experience. I decided to use my US GI olive drab blanket as a seat pad—but since others sit in “my” chair when I am not in the office—like during the night shift—and (with all the superlative eating that goes on around here, thanks to all you taxpayers) due to the inevitable flatulation that seems to occur rather frequently around here (often somewhat audibly, I might add, though as part of the leadership here I personally have tended towards discretion), I insured the blanket was wrapped in plastic.

To state the obvious, I am close enough to the GWOT Ops in this AO to focus on the inconsequential as a major psychological diversionary tactic, but far enough away from actual participation in those Ops that the object of my diversion is the primary occupational implement of REMFs throughout recorded history.

Semper Fi, Jon G.