Izzy and I felt like prisoners today.

Still reeling a little from my trip to Kandahar a few days ago, my days and nights are not entirely square. In anticipation of people needing into my room, though, I set my alarm for early, wake and put my uniform on, and then lie in bed with the lights off.
It’s always surprising to me what a person can be attuned to when one needs to be. Though exhausted and, I think, in a deep sleep at times, a knocking noise several hooches down wakes me up. I hear the crunch of the gravel as the team nears my room, and open the door before they lock.
It’s a team of KTRs who are inspecting the rooms for electrical issues. They need to access all of the outlets in my room, so I move my bed and several boxes as they climb around, one of them on a ladder as he takes apart my overhead light.
They find nothing against code, though they add a ground to my light switch, and I bid them farewell as I lie down again, still in uniform, and still on guard for the next group.
Some time later, I hear a knock on Izzy’s door and I get up, waiting for them to come around to my side of the building. After several minutes, I just walk around to Izzy’s room and he tells me they were just taking inventory of who was in each room, and he accounted for me, so we were done.
I had a few hours to kill before a meeting, so I crawl into bed and really sleep this time, getting in some good rapid eye movement and attuned only to the alarm on my watch.
I learn later that there was an enormous explosion while I slept, though we never learn if it was a controlled detonation, an attack, or something else. Izzy says it rocked our hooch, and our colleagues on the other side of post say it was even thunderous over there.
I slept through it.
KTR = Contractor