Environmental Protection

One of our last tasks here was to turn in these damnable HMMWVs. So we went and cleaned them first. That went well enough. Then for the curling. We got through most of them, until one started a dieselfall. Wasn't too massive, but it was enough to motivate us to crack open the spill kit. Which contained a binder with the procedures for responding to such. For example, calling the fire department. We had it contained, and a brief at the start of our time here telling us that calling 911 would lead to off post agencies responding...so I just called the regular number in there. No answer. Alright, well, the station's just a block away, I'll just hop over there real quick. "You'll need to call 911. I'll tell the station chief here, since we'll probably be the ones responding." Are you fucking serious? So I called 911. The motherfuckers came out, along with environmental protection, the Air Farce, and eventually, after about an hour of repeated harassment, the civilian mechanics from the motor pool to haul the POS off. What a joke.