Guard duty was always a bore on base, until this night.

I’ll never forget this night.

Being an MP mostly consisted of yelling at, and occasionally arresting, drunk assholes on the base. That part at least got my adrenaline (and sometimes blood pressure) running. But by far the worst part was junkyard duty. 

There was a lot for decommissioned vehicles on the south side off the base. These were bases that had been trashed in fire fights overseas, and damaged beyond any hope of repair. Now...