I can just picture our little Qatari friends sitting around a table thinking of the next scheme to F with the Americans.
"Hey Abdul, what should we do this week?"
"How about shut off the water supply to the base for 3 days, and make them take showers with the water bottles. Besides, the rainforests we have growing at all our highway interchanges needs some extra water."
"No no no no, we already did that. Boy they stank worse than we do after that!"
I remember the great booze shortage or early 2010. The waiver didn't get signed and slowly, the bra started running out of booze. First it was the good beer, then the good liquor. Then went the wine and finally we were down to wild turkey and raspberry Smirnoff ice. One of the low points in my life was coming back after a long mission to find out there was a few cases of Smirnoff left. Reluctantly, I ordered one, drank it in silence wondering if my balls were going to detach and make a run for the border. The talk on the boulevard freq was finding out who was at dafra and did they have booze. Which resulted in the dafra guys letting all the deid guys know what beer they were going to have after their sortie. My nav got the shakes and refused to navigate and instead said, "just fly fking east you ahole. Wake me up when you see the tanker."
Rumors were rampant. One day, there was a commotion in the hallway of the trailer. A flatbed was spotted with booze shaped boxes. So we bolted outside (but not without our reflective belts) to go check it out. And there in the bra, was 18 wheels of freedom. Loaded to the gills with cases of beer and and booze of all shapes and sizes. The line at the bra that night stretched all the way to the stage. The scene was similar to those WWII victory films from new york. With the ticker tape, cheers, and women everywhere. Except without the women and ticker tape. And shortly after that some Chiefs came around and said we were all smiling too much.