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Forum Health Inspector
DURING A TOUR OF DUTY as a security specialist in the 379th Security Police Squadron at Wurtsmith Air Force Base, Mich., I broke my right hand. As I was fitted with a cast that stretched from mid-arm to the middle of my fingers, I was told that I couldn't be issued a weapon while taking the prescribed pain medication. I would be posted at the main gate, instead of my normal duty station. That afternoon, dressed in blues -- complete with beret and crisp, white ascot -- I was in my glory, proudly waving people through. My exalted feelings were cut short, however, when an officer drove up to the gate. After checking his I.D., I stepped back, gave him my best "polished" salute -- and soundly smacked myself in the head with my cast.
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Timothy L. Miles
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
--Contributed to "Humor In Uniform" by Timothy L. Miles
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.
