Sometimes People Gotta Do Stuff, Dude
When I was in Iceland, our direction-finding compound was several miles off-base to get away from the electronic noise there. Being isolated, we had a fence around it with a guard shack containing a Marine.
One night, whoever we got was really gung ho and called in on his walkie every half-hour for a radio check, addressing us as November Sahara Gulf (Naval Security Group).
I was in the shop where the radio was for the first couple of calls but didn’t bother correcting him. Then, I left to do some maintenance.
Sometime later, I passed by the lead’s desk and he was on the phone.
Lead: “She’s our only maintenance person and has more to do than sit by the radio waiting for your calls. Knock it off.” *Turning to me* “How often was our guard calling in?”
Me: “About every half-hour.”
Lead: “You missed two and he was worried.”
We got the same one — I think — a couple more times but he’d check only at the beginning of the watch.