Youth and skill are no match for old age and treachery.
A half-dozen or so Airmen from Charlie Flight challenged the NCO's to game of dodgeball the other day.
Give me your old, your tired, your arthritic, your out of shape, your short of breath... and they will smite the airman six games to three. I would mention something about, "Any time, fellows..." but I'm still kinda sore.
Probably the best moment of the entire afternoon was seeing the look on the faces of the Airmen when they realized the old Seargents still have a few moves. Something between disbelief and panic.
Collectively, we used every trick in the book. Lobbing an easy one in the air that was too tempting for the young Airmen to resist, while three more orange spheres of death came homed in on them. Stepping up to the line to challenge the fellow with the weakest arm, knowing we've got a 75% chance of catching it.
And a few others I won't reveal; the Airmen are still in "what just happened" mode.
The photo to the left was taken a few months ago at the 3rd Air Base Wing dodgeball tournement. Those are volleyballs, making it a "live fire" drill. The dodgeballs we used the other day were of the bright orange, nerf-like variety. Safety is a primary focus in any training environment.
[image swiped from Rising Hegemon]
The enemy uses some unconventional training tactics, and if we're gonna defend the homeland from the Jihad All-Stars, we'd better know our way around the jungle gym, the swing set, the kickball court. And dodgeball, of course.
I do not know how World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought on an elementary school playground. Or something like that.
Have no fear, should al-Qaeda set foot in Anchorage Charlie Flight will break out the real dodgeballs. The ones that leave NILKNARF or GNIDLUAPS stamped on the forehead if you aren't careful.
