Reality Check - Paragraph Five Finally Gets to the Point
So it was the ass end of February, and Your Humble Narrator was deploying to Afghanistan! What a momentous moment! Of course, it wasn't too exciting at first. Gathered my bags, got in line, put my bags in a pile, got on a giant scale so the pilots would know how heavy the load would be on their 747, and eventually got on the bird for a long ass flight over the puddle..I mean, Atlantic Ocean, to land in Shannon, Ireland. The flight was cool. They had movie screens all over the place, TV on the back of the chair in front of you so you could watch cheap programming. It was the bombdiggity, and I slept through all of it. Absolutely wonderful! The plane landed, we shuffled through security, leaving our rifles on the plane, naturally, and were told we had a whole eight hours to kill! Well, Shannon Airport was small, and we were not allowed outside of it. Awesome. Managed to kill an hour eating some kind of delicious beef sandwhich, while completely mesmerized by the waitresses accent (