Behind Curtain Number One

I was in the motor pool for a ridiculous amount of time today. I sometimes forget that being in the Evacuation Platoon means I am really a med-canic, not a medic. Working on the vehicles isn't something I even begin to understand. So when I was offered the chance to be elbows deep in a motor, I politely declined, and took part in the shenanigans instead.

I do not want to say that Army mechanics are not smart. I've worked with a really intelligent mechanic who actually turned out to be a mentor and a really good friend to me (shout out to Audra!). However, stereo types are made for a reason. And the mechanics in the motor pool this evening made it very clear that being portrayed as intelligent human beings was not high on the list of things to be done.

Let me set the scene... I was being hopelessly flirted with by a particularly dirty but sweet mechanic when my attention was drawn to the hysterics going on behind Curtain Number One. As I turned the corner this is what I laid eyes on:

I thought it was a real person at first! But no! True, it was just as filthy as the mechanics but it was simply a broom disguised as one! I asked where the weiner came from and I was informed that it was found outside lying in the gravel (sketchy?).

I walked in a little further behind Curtain Number One to inspect the broom-welder-flasher-thing and was met with this:

That is some poor Soldier's bike! Covered in tape, zip ties and brooms. Also, a homemade cannon was added. (I found out that the cannon is used to launch individually wrapped muffins across the garage at one another.) I do not doubt that these Soldiers are good mechanics. I also do not doubt that these Soldiers know how to have a good time. However, I doubt their sanity.