Ernesto

Yesterday morning, during the middle of a base lock-down due to hurricane Ernesto, Mad Dog made us all leave our rooms, pile into vans and pick-ups, and drive to the galley for breakfast. The galley was officially closed but provided a small meal for essential personnel.

I'm confident that it was not essential for us to get out of bed, brave a hurricane in ten-passenger vans, eat cold eggs, and return to the barracks so we could peel off our soaked uniforms and go back to bed until lunch.