Guys - one way to view Virtual Basing and TDY's for company convenience is like this:


It's a beautiful day, so you decide to take the twins out for some sunshine and fresh air in this spiffy new stroller you got. You are minding your own business when some guy flags you to a stop on the corner - it's the local drug-dealer walking his pitbull.

"Here, man - hold this!" he jives, thrusting the leash into your hand.

"Wait! What are you doing?" you protest.

"Hey, man, chicks dig Pits, you'll love it!" He calls out, as he jaunts across the street.


"But, but, I'm already married!" you protest further.


"Don't worry - he's trained" He yells back over his shoulder. "Don't forget to feed him!"


Now resigned, because you are a good guy, and don't want to disappoint anybody, you tie your new-found pet to the stoller, because you already have your hands full pushing the twins.

About that time - somebody's diaper needs changing. Why? Because shxx happens of course. You find a park bench and dig out a fresh diaper. By the third baby wipe (usually three, because you're an anal pilot, and two never seems quite clean enough, and four is just obviously OCD overkill) you are justifiably proud of your accomplishment, when it starts to go wrong.

A dumb little squirrel darts across the road.


Nooooooooooo (all this in slow motion), you pivot to see the pitbull charge off towards the squirrel.

He's tied to your stroller.


Who do you sacrifice? the kid laying on the park bench? or the one in the stroller headed towards the bus?



this is not our pitbull. Our dog is home. Let him lie there.