Something about this briefing card carries an embedded effort by some mil guy/gal to validate their presence. There is almost a familiar stench to this bag of excrement in which someone was laughed out of their squadron after attempting to add this to the daily briefing…better yet they hoped for an actual SAFIRE Event in Theater and all they endured was warm jimmy deans and the gut wrenching aroma of the desert baked Porto Johnnies.
From some of us that have actually experienced a threat…enjoy a satchel of richards for ruining this fun civilian experience with a useless run down memory lane