It would seem that after my quest for fuel, I am forever destined to handle it.
Unlike at Justice, my site at Liberty gets fuel from the friendly roving fuel truck operated by the 199th Forward Support Battalion. We put our empty fuel cans outside the site in the morning, and by midday, the Fuel Fairy blesses them with sweet diesel! Today, though, the Fuel Fairy must’ve had a hangover or something because he/she/it didn’t show up. So, after dinner, I had to report to the fuel point in the sweltering 187-degree heat of Iraq to fill up some cans.
While my goggles are clearly sexy as well as highly protective, I had to take them off because I couldn’t see shit. Having tossed them on the ground, I was soon scolded by the PFC there and told not to throw “his” goggles on the ground. Sorry, sorry!
As I know all too well, fuel dispensing is serious business.