The Military: Made With The Best People On Earth

(Proper English and structure warning: I’m Blogging from my G1 and on the road. God I love technology!)

I was in Oklahoma looking for a new job. I had to take a physical training test to be considered for the job. Luckily the military instilled in me the need for recon. I went to check out the site I was going to take the test at the night before. The instructions to the track were terrible and no address left my GPS useless. I got lost… so I did something I haven’t done since I purchased my GPS… I asked for directions.

To my amazement the airman I asked was more than willing to just give me directions. He jumped in his car and at almost midnight drove me out to the base track. That airman definitely earns some needed kudos.

I should have ordered my hotel room through orbitz like I did my flight and rental car. I was hoping to stay in on-base lodging; which is a hotel service-members can stay in while traveling. It’s very cheap and on-base so I wanted to stay there. Turns out on drill weekends the hotel is always full. I ended up driving around finding all the other hotels outside the base were also full.

I found a motel called the Colonial Motel. Just by the name I knew it was going to be a bad choice. I was tired and they had a vacancy so I got a room for one night. Entering the room I was immediately concerned. It was a dump. I was horrified to find the top blanket full of cigarette holes. The sheets looked like they had been thrown up on and then bleached instead of thrown out.

The lamps above the bed were out of line as someone had grabbed them during sex.

I didn’t even want to know what the bathroom looked like but I had to go. The toilet and shower shared the same fate as my sheets. They had marks all over them as someone put hundreds of cigarettes out on their charred faces.

The other motel guests didn’t give me any reason to feel at ease.

There was only one thing left to do. I sent a txt to my best friend letting him know I might be robbed or murdered during the night. His only response was that he once stayed in a hotel in north Philly that had a bullet hole in the window.

I went to bed in my clothes.

Well I survived the night and headed to the training site. Needless to say I passed all the events easily. Afterward, all the participants got to talking and I shared my motel horror story.

They needed to schedule a rifle firing for the next week but I was on orders. A fellow applicant who was in the Air Force worked at the firing range and went out of his way to get me to shoot that day. He wasn’t successful but I appreciate the attempt.

One of the people I got to meet was a former-Marine from New York. He offered his room for the night. I said, “Hey you’ve got a room and I have a car, its a deal.”

Just meeting each other that day we hit it off pretty well. We went back to the hotel to change and took off to see the sites. The first place we went was the Oklahoma City Bombing Memorial. I was at the twin towers 2 years after 9/11 but seeing the Oklahoma Memorial was pretty serene. To think an American could do this to his fellow Americans. The museum started off ok; but it ended up being very intense.

We visited Bricktown and got some food and beer.

Our verdict is Oklahoma city is pretty nice.

So is it the military that’s makes us this way or is it a personality type that is willing to help that puts us in the job of defending our beloved country?

Tags: good people, job, military, oklahoma, oklahoma city, servicemembers, tinker

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