If the army counts as a job, there was that
day I woke up to the chant of "GI Motherfracker." Looked outside to see that some "local nationals" had broken into our compound and were doing a snake dance around the flag pole.
Would of rather kept on sleeping but then they proceeded to break out the barrack windows. Didn't bother me that much (I was on the second floor). But it did seem rather random.
Then, two or three weeks later, they
burned a few dozen cars four blocks from my apartment. (We were assigned to the barracks, but apartments were so cheap that most dog handlers also kept an apartment in Koza.)
Youtube video with music.
Slept though that one. Though, when we got up the next day it was a bit strange to turn onto Moromi Street and see cars turned upside down and burnt lining both sides of the street.
Name calling never bothered me much. But when we had to work crowd control with our dogs, the rock throwing always seemed suboptimal.
Uno
Sentry Dog Handler
US Army, 69-71