3 Phones and a Shadow

I should be careful what I write, because of how sensitive the subject is. Suffice to say, Security is Security.

I came to Texas with my favorite phone, the aluminum casing and Corning Gorilla Glass was surely going to make it all the way through my deployment. The fatal flaw of my perfect phone was that I didn't have the correct settings to receive cutesy pictures of the clothes Ashelyn was buying for Addy. Being the perfect mother of my child, she sent me my less cooler, slightly slimmer phone that was pre-dated the smartphone era. I used each one with the same number for weeks on end, one was to bring internet to my computer, the second, pictures of..... baby clothes.

One day my smarter phone met its demise in the form of a USB charger breaking off of the main body, with no way to re-charge it, I used my other phone as my main one. (besides, Ashelyn is in Paris, why do i need text messaging in the form instant messaging quotes.)

I am now using multiple systems with different classification settings. It sound spiffy, but you get used to it. I can't tell what exactly happened, but I can say I put information "A" into network "B" without clearing it with "C." I was promptly escorted out of the TOC. If I had been anywhere but a controlled training area, I would be arrested for XYZ. I was let off with a wrist slapping, but the security did confiscate my phone. (The second one mind you)

I now have a Shadow, he follows me to learn what I do in the case in suddenly go down with food poisoning during our training. (You chuckle now, but they really pull people out claiming 'food poisoning' to see how the system can handle under stress) Rolstad is a champ so far, I know him from the barracks and have gotten to know him pretty well. The one thing Rolstad hasn't really adjusted to is what I call "Downs Speed." I go fast and get stuff done so, nice and tidy like. "you need to tattoo freaking wings on your ankles like that one Viking God!" he'll say, I'm pretty sure he means Hermes, the Greek messenger god.

Oh and the third phone? I have it in my hand, its a cheap little android that I'll abuse for the next year, and trash it when I get back. Sorry ol' Optimus Q, that is your fate.

Much Love..