So I work at the range management department just outside base. It's mainly a civilian office, which ain't too bad cause they tend to have a little more fun with their work.

I was manning the radio when Doc calls in from the bombing range. He asks me to get the warden on the phone, so I do and ask him what he wants:

"Yeah, I got an illegal."

See, Mexicans try to cross the border through our range because it's a wide open area and they don't realize what we actually do there.

I think he might've been fucking with me, but Doc said they used to shoot 'em when they tried to cross over. Now they just take 'em to customs. How boring.

But we do have an accidental hit every so often. Don't even have the time to run when ya got a 500 lb bomb closing in on you.

I hope I get to help clean up.