Golf, Iraq Style

The Ops shop, like most everyone else, ran out of work to do a couple weeks ago. IMEF Marines were trickling in and taking over so SSgt Copenhagen put his uselessness to good use one day. I stopped by on my way to pick up mail and found him out behind the building, whacking golf balls toward a distant, makeshift structure. After each ball was airborne, I could hear squeals and howls as it fell back to Earth.


SSgt Copenhagen, pretending he knows how to swing a club.

Turns out that LCpl Dingleberry was the official Golf Ball Retriever and in order to protect himself from incoming golf balls, he constructed a scrap metal fort in the middle of SSgt Copenhagen's driving range. After each ball hit the ground, LCpl Dingleberry raced out, scooped it up, screamed, and then dove for cover behind his fort before the next one smacked him in the head. SSgt Copenhagen practiced his accuracy by aiming directly for the fort, every time.


LCpl Dingleberry, peering out from behind his fort.

They are the poster children for what happens when Marines get bored. This was only confirmed when I realized the red pole next to the fort was flying a duct tape flag. Apparently, no fort is complete without a flag.


Ahh, duct tape...




The road in front of their building is named for a Marine from their unit who died last time they were deployed to Iraq. I guess this was an extra sign they had leaning up on the Hescos out back.