Camp Atterbury TSIRT training – four days of plastic pleasure palaces in an environment than can only be described as tranquil and filled with harmonious nature sounds like explosions and the screaming of uptight people in uniforms. At night, we were lulled to sleep by the crooning and deceptively calming audio created by Blackhawk helicopters firing their miniguns into nearby targets.
This blog is going to fall silent for the next two weeks or so as we enter a phase of training that will not afford me such luxuries as an Internet connection. In the meantime, thanks for stopping by.