This is a story from when I first went in and got to my first duty station. I only been there a couple of months. I starting to get into the routine.

Then one afternoon, I work the night shift, a SFC I had never met before who showed up to our guard mount. He announced that there was an inspection coming up and that he was looking for some volunteers to join the SWAT team.

Now, I may not be Stephen Hawkings, but I'm smart enough to know that when somebody of rank offers what sounds like an amazing opportunity, there's probably a catch. What I like to be on a SWAT team like you see in TV and movies? Of course. Do I think they're going to offer that to somebody who's fresh out of their MOS school? Fuck no

Not only back, but I had an uncle who was an EOD who warned me never to volunteer for anything in the military. Especially if it sounds too good to be true.

So when we were asked who would like to volunteer, I looked down at my webbing and inspected my magazine pouch and straightened up my gear. Making sure not to make eye contact. Some of the more veteran MPs were doing the same. However, bunch of new guys all raise their hands with great enthusiasm.

What was swat your probably wondering? Sweeping Washing and Trash.

Those brave volunteers got to spend 3 days going around the area picking up every piece of trash, washing windows, and generally making the place look nice and neat.

I couldn't help but look at those poor fellas and think "Damn do I feel good that I didn't volunteer for this crap detail!"