Posted: Jan 23, 2021 10:51 pm
Also at Ellsworth AFB, South Dakota:
An airman assigned to my unit was being tried for driving while intoxicated, on base. For this case, I was volunteered to be the bailiff for the court martial.
It was simple duty. I had to make sure everyone had their office supplies. On the judge's bench, the prosecution and the defense counsel's tables were water pitchers and paper cups I had to keep filled. Fetch witnesses from the waiting room, shit like that. It was interesting to see the court martial unfold from that perspective.
The kid's mom was there for the whining and sentencing phase. Poor woman. She got to watch her son be convicted and taken away.
When it was all over, it was my job to empty those water pitchers. The water closet was all the way on the other end of a damned long hallway, so I thought it would be easier to just push open the fire door behind the judge's bench and fling that water out onto the prairie.
Unbeknownst to me, a blizzard was raging outside. I hit the door panic bar with my hip, the door slammed around, all the way open as it was caught by the howling wind. That wind also cleared the judge's bench of his papers very nicely.
Of course, I picked it all up, terribly embarrassed. The military judge was super cool about the whole thing. He didn't know it was a blizzard outside, either.
An airman assigned to my unit was being tried for driving while intoxicated, on base. For this case, I was volunteered to be the bailiff for the court martial.
It was simple duty. I had to make sure everyone had their office supplies. On the judge's bench, the prosecution and the defense counsel's tables were water pitchers and paper cups I had to keep filled. Fetch witnesses from the waiting room, shit like that. It was interesting to see the court martial unfold from that perspective.
The kid's mom was there for the whining and sentencing phase. Poor woman. She got to watch her son be convicted and taken away.
When it was all over, it was my job to empty those water pitchers. The water closet was all the way on the other end of a damned long hallway, so I thought it would be easier to just push open the fire door behind the judge's bench and fling that water out onto the prairie.
Unbeknownst to me, a blizzard was raging outside. I hit the door panic bar with my hip, the door slammed around, all the way open as it was caught by the howling wind. That wind also cleared the judge's bench of his papers very nicely.
Of course, I picked it all up, terribly embarrassed. The military judge was super cool about the whole thing. He didn't know it was a blizzard outside, either.