Wayworn?

Watching people ought to be given consideration as an actual profession. Some might argue that it already is - some sort of hybrid profession of Anthropology and Psychology. I'm just not too sure. I say this because I find it very fascinating to watch my Marines interact w/ one another. Let me stop you before you start thinking that I am about to go off on some diatribe about grunts. I'm simply saying that my current Marine unit has entered a phase of a noticeable change in behavior toward one another. I think it means that they are getting ready to go home. Here in a few weeks they will, "get their shit wired tight." They're just not close enough to put differences aside and work on solutions. Instead they're at the point where differences are accentuated. Take last night for example: Two individuals (one quite nebbish and the other bellicose) got into quite a heated discussion. Roles reversed and the passive aggressiveness came out in full force. All of sudden yelling started, and I found myself ambuscaded in the midst of the fracas. Thankfully, cooler heads prevailed and nothing truly noteworthy happened. All I can say is that it was two of the biggest men in the Battalion, and should they have decided to handle this in a bar-like fashion, I would have been toast (even in my Sponge Bob like frame). Would that have qualified me for the Purple Heart or Combat Action Ribbon? One could only guess, and luckily, I'll never know. Hopefully, I remember this lesson in the event I feel a quixotic nature brewing from within. We all know that I am by definition a person who is unflappable!