We were pulled out of Log Base Nellingen and regrouped in Echo. We only had one vehicle loss, a 5000 gallon JP-8 tanker that was still burning two weeks after we dropped it in flames. We accounted for all of our equipment and did a couple dozen shake down inspections to make sure no one was trying to bring an AK-47 back to Germany. There was a mad rush to get us down to the Desert Inn, a holding camp set up with tents, pizza hut, ice cream shop and other comforts so we could move our vehicles to port for shipment to Bremerhaven. Once the vehicles and all the connexes full of unit equipment were on there way, we were bussed to an airport that was still under construction somewhere in the middle of Saudi. They gave us so many square feet of an underground parking garage to call our own. We sat up cots and tables and began the wait. In our case it was two weeks. Our departure was finally announced for the next day. Everyone was busy packing up all the loose ends and getting ready to leave. The next unit over from us was the Colorado National Guard...they were leaving that night and were all packed and "staged" on the exit ramp that wound up to the surface. Finally their First Sergeant called out to move up the ramp to the busses. The ramp was crowded and there was some jostling going on when one of the guardsmen started "bahing" like a sheep. Pretty soon the whole unit was bahing and sounding like shearing day. They slowly wound up the ramp to the busses and we could hear them even as the busses pulled out to the flight line.
I guess you had to be there...I thought it was hilarious.