Speaking of this, sometimes I second guess myself. In this day
and age of terrorism, etc, I get the feeling that what I'm doing is
wrong, even though I know it isn't. Call my paranoid but after
living in military housing for a decade, I think I am. Did I ever
tell you that once I forgot myself? While waiting in the car in
front of the ship, waiting to pick the hubby up, I thought that I
would snap a picture of the ship for my scrapbook. Wah, seconds
after the flash went off, I heard a loud alarm from the ship. By
chance, Hubby was right within sight and he told me the alarm
indicated the ship's security had been breached. The sentry came up
to me and asked me to delete the photo. I had never felt so small
until that day.
