Hamburger with a side of fries and rockets

So I'm sitting there with my burger with extra jalapenos, a side of succatash, and a bottle of water and damned if the buggers don't interrupt lunch.  Whump!  Everybody looks around as if to make sure they weren't the only ones that heard it- like you couldn't feel it- then gets up and in an orderly fashion files out of the D-Fac and into the bunkers.  There isn't a mad rush or people scrambling and pushing like you might think, just an atmosphere of annoyance at lunch having been interrupted.  When you're restricted to a small area like a FOB (Forward Observation Base), you start to look forward to meals- they're one of the few things that change in your day to day existence.  The round landed just outside the berm. 

We sit for a bit and then get the "All clear"; nobody rushes back into the D-Fac, most get into their vehicles and leave.  We head back to the clinic.  I sit  down at my desk, log back onto the computer, and Whump!  Back to the bunkers............

Chris, Juan, Pat and I head to our usual bunker.  We are joined by Koonass the carpenter, and a few others.  Koonass is from Luisiana; he brought the nickname with him.  Juan, Chris, and Koonass immediately start making fun of each other and everyone else.  Everybody's laughing, even the two First Kuwaiti guys.  The First Kuwaitis are Philipinos who don't speak much English, it's hard to tell whether they get the jokes or are just laughing at us idiots from the US who are cutting up.   Nothing else happens for a half hour and we once again get the "All clear" and return to work.

Turns out there were three rockets fired.  You start to wonder were they keep getting these things.