I lost my watch. This is making me sad for three reasons. There's nostalgia: I bought that watch at the seven-day store on Parris Island. Second, practicality: I missed dinner tonight because I didn't realize what time it was. (Secret ramen stash to the rescue!) Finally, safety: as an aviation maintenance worker, keeping track of all my tools and personnel effects is a vital part of my job. Losing stuff shows a lack of attention to detail.

Plenty of other people lost more than a watch, yesterday. Back in Townsville, no less then seven people in the squadron got themselves into trouble out in town. That's an embarassingly large number. Moreover, every one of the seven were NCOs, the people that are supposed to be enforcing military discipline and standards in the first place.

Then, when we got back on board, two more NCOs got into a fight up on the flight deck.

So yesterday the squadron CO had office hours and NJPd them all. Eight people lost rank. We're joking that he's going to open up a used insignia shop. Jokes aside, I approve, as we need some tightening down around here. Of course, I don't drink and I try to live the Corps values, so everyone already knows where I stand on that issue.

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