Bernie
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Joined: 3/15/2002 From: Depot HQ - Virginia Status: offline
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In a darkened room, deep in Georgia, a man sits at a desk in front of a computer. Although he wears no uniform you sense he is a military man, an officer in fact. Personnel files flash across his screen. He is assembling a team, and each candidate is carefully considered and weighed. At last his selections are made. A few keystrokes are entered and, instantly, the orders go out, "New Mega Campaign is coming...saddle up!" In minutes the replies start coming back as, around the globe, the selected team prepares for the ordeal ahead. Desks are cleared and equipment readied. Protective armor is strapped on, in the form of carpal tunnel wrist guards. Glare screens are cleaned and adjusted. High backed command chairs are swiveled into position. Load bearing vests are donned and the pockets are stocked with rations... Twinkies, pretzels, chips, candy bars...all manner of snacks and goodies are slipped into place. Under desk refrigerators are opened and loaded with sodas, beer, beverages of all kinds. Coffee makers are set up and loaded. Small ashtrays are cleaned and set aside, bigger, deeper ones are brought out from storage. Bottles of eyewash are lined up in easy reach, ready to soothe aching eyes in the wee hours. A quick shower and shave, perhaps the last for a long time, and all that is left is to notify the loved ones. In some places tempers flare, in others understanding spouses and friends give final hugs and it's time to go. With hardly a glance back, the gleam of a new challenge in their eyes, almost as one the team closes and locks the doors to their rooms and take their places. They are going off to war, a war fought half a century ago, but which is still fought today on computers around the globe. The team is ready.
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What, me worry?
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