Post by coolhand on Sept 9, 2008 19:40:46 GMT
After a very culturally informative vacation in Africa, Jackson decided to get back in the routine of base life by roaming about the vehicle garage and tinkering with a few broken down tanks. He had always enjoyed machinery and never minded having a wrench in his hand and some grease on his face. It helped him unwind so to speak. Jackson walked into the garage and looked to the left where the busted tanks that were getting scrapped for parts were then he looked to the right where there were routine maintenance going on at the oil pits. A little further to the right was the small office where the head mechanic stayed and did all the paper work or as the mechs called it "the hard stuff." The garage wasn't too terribly busy that day with only two jeeps and one med truck needing minor repairs or work. It looked like they just needed the standard tune-up and that was the case no need for extra special order parts or anything else just oil and filter changes thats all.
Jackson walked over to the office and took a gander inside... there was no sign of the head mechanic and Jackson remembered what time it was... lunch time. The only head mech that Jackson saw looked as if he never missed a meal and it seemed that today was no different. Jackson walked to the back of the garaged and peered out the back... There it was "the yard" where all the scrap was, a junk lovers dream. There were parts upon parts that sat out there just waiting to be used. Jackson used to spend hours in the yard taking things apart just to see what went where and how it was attached. He became very knowledgeable about the engines of the allied forces.
Since the head mech was out for a while Jackson decided to go back to the barracks for a while and find something else to do.
Jackson walked over to the office and took a gander inside... there was no sign of the head mechanic and Jackson remembered what time it was... lunch time. The only head mech that Jackson saw looked as if he never missed a meal and it seemed that today was no different. Jackson walked to the back of the garaged and peered out the back... There it was "the yard" where all the scrap was, a junk lovers dream. There were parts upon parts that sat out there just waiting to be used. Jackson used to spend hours in the yard taking things apart just to see what went where and how it was attached. He became very knowledgeable about the engines of the allied forces.
Since the head mech was out for a while Jackson decided to go back to the barracks for a while and find something else to do.