I traveled to Ramstein Air Base to visit the PX in preparation for Valentine’s Day. After my mission was successfully completed I was on my way home in the Tuesday Afternoon traffic. There was a long traffic hold-up at the gate, that at first I thought was simply the 1600 crowd trying to exit–you know those Air Force people they show up at 1000, take a two hour lunch break, then leave at 1600. (Just Kidding…no not really) As I got closer to the gate, I saw that the Military Police–I don’t know what they are called in the Air Force–were holding everyone up. I thought to myself: “Either there was a wreck or somebody is in a lot of trouble.”
Then it was my turn to pass the check point. I saw the finger telling me to stop from the man with the German Shepherd. He very politely asked me to step out and prepare to be boarded. After I got out, the MPs were very polite as they asked for my ID card and quickly sent the dog through our car.
I couldn’t help to remember what I had been thinking about a few minutes before “Either there was a wreck or somebody is in a lot of trouble.” As the cars drove by, a lady looked at me like–he’s in a lot of trouble.
Chaplain Andrews says
Yeah–and that was a poodle not a German Shepherd, just kidding:)
Christine says
SP’s. The Air Force “MP” equivalents are called “SPs”.
Don’t rightly recall what the “S” stands for though. . . (It’s fun to play with ideas though. . .)
And you probably went to the BX rather than the PX (As it’s Air Force “Bases”, as opposed to Army “Posts”.)
(My knowledge earned by always living within “Joint Forces” commands.)