Live from Fort Stewart, GA, it’s Rock of the Marne!
Our journey was largely uneventful except for one RPG-meets-life scenario. At the Atlanta airport, awaiting our connecting flight to Savannah, a fit-looking man in probably his early 50’s approached a couple of our party members. I knew it was a scripted encounter because I couldn’t move any party members as he approached; I checked his equipment, though, and he had a black bag identical to mine, which I knew was only sold in Item Shops on Army installations. I wandered over to see what the deal was, and he introduced himself as a lieutenant colonel from Fort Stewart. Apparently he was an officer of some significance on the post, and after looking at our orders, offered to help us secure transportation and lodging upon our arrival at Stewart.
He turned out to be quite helpful, since there was a ride waiting for us at the Savannah airport, complete with an NPC driver fresh back from Iraq, full of random comments for as long as we pushed the X button to talk to him.
I’m not going to lie – our accomodations are swank (click for boastful picture) and life is going to be good here. As for the class – well, JNN looks to be like any other Army training: death by Powerpoint. What did they do before Powerpoint? Endless acetate slides and overhead projectors? Good lord.
And man, do we stand out in the DCUs (Desert Combat Uniform) here…we’re just about the only people on the post wearing them (or so it seems). Makes it easy to spot other party members, though…