Military life is conducted almost completely in bizarro world. You put on this uniform, and all the sense that things make in the real world evaporates like ethanol under a blowtorch. We got a briefing yesterday that contained the both an insistence that we are in a combat zone (Uh-huh. When was the last shot we fired in this country?) and an admonition to make sure we continue to observe military customs and courtesies. (Saluting officers...which happens to handily pick them out for snipers.)
And this morning, the desert was coated in a thick layer of fog. (On the upside, it did feel nicely like home.) It was so thick that the busses that were supposed to take us out to the range (about 30 minutes out of the base, I believe) weren't allowed to. However, they did drive us to the chow hall over roads substantially more crowded than the highway outside the base.
This is the sort of thing that destroys people's brains. Last time I was on active duty (basic and AIT), it took me several months to regain the ability to interact properly with the world. I wonder how long it'll take this time.
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