Being shot at and being blown up by bombs. My job was solving customer problems and my customers were soldiers and officers where ever I might find them; at bases in the US and around the world, and in war zones. One night, as I sat in my tent focused on the computer screen in front of me, searching inventory lists to find a desperately needed repair part for a Humvee, bombs began falling around us. Just as I was putting my helmet on preparing to move to shelter one of the bombs hit the roof of my office and rained shrapnel down on myself and the three men under my charge. I was hit by three large chunks of metal; two to my abdomen and one to my left forearm. I was evacuated to the Green Zone where a section of my bowel too damaged to sew up was removed. I spent a week in the Army's Landstuhl hospital recovering before being sent home. My job with the US Army Sustainment Command was the most dangerous job I every held. And I loved every minute of it.