Right now sitting in the chow hall - sorry, DFAC, at Dhafra, is an E-8 training airmen. The job - sitting at a dining table, watching to make sure everyone signs in, uses sanitizer, and doesn't bring in contraband; the last of which we got busted for. In an attempt to get a fast to-go plate before racking out for crew rest, my Nav dropped his plastic shopping bag by the door. Big mistake. We got a five minute lecture from a senior NCO about following the rules.
Also, evidently, escorts on an AEF cycle aren't allowed to interfere (help) the locals whatsoever. An airman is an escort in the dining facility and has a catering business back home. She regularly made every type of cobbler and coffee cake imaginable, just cause she could - friggin sweet; til someone found out it was her, not the locals, and made her stop. This may be melodramatic, but at this point, it's the little things that piss me off.