I think it's hard for people who weren't in the military to fully believe all the stories. But the fact is that the strangest things happen. And there could be a line of people waiting for orders, each with the the same "job" (MOS- military occupation specialty) and each one would have wildly varied experiences. Here's a favorite of mine.
A few of us got deployed out of Ft. Meade, Maryland for what became Desert Storm. Ft. Meade wasn't a typical infantry post so we were sent to a reception station in Kentucky, where we were issued gear, such as our M-16, as well as signed wills and insurance forms. (This is where I got my new dog tags, and with some quick on my feet thinking, told the woman making them that I was a Rastafarian, which she put on my tags for "Religion".)
So we get on buses that take us to the airport, fly commercial to Saudia Arabia. After that we get assigned to Corps. Then we keep getting reassigned until most of us are split up as we get reassigned on each leg, first a C130, then a commercial bus, then a duece and a half and finally get dumped out of a humvee at a random spot in the desert.
Point is that we had 3rd Armored Calv, an artilery unit (with no guns), a military police unit and a bunch of MI guys all temporarily assigned to the same group. (We ended up running an EPW comound to recieve and process newly captured.)
When it was all over and time to leave, long story short, we ended up having to make our own way home. We went to the airport and waited for room on any flight on one of the chartered commercial flights to the East Coast. We got to (I think) Connecticut, where we were to catch a regular commercial flight to Maryland.
The problem at this point was that we had our weapons. They didn't want to let us on board with them and we weren't going to let them out of our possession. A compromise was reached and we put the bolt carrier in our pockets, then broke down the weapon and put it in our duffle bags in cargo.
If you read this far, here is the how this relates to property. Because the Kentucky deployment center was shut down, we didn't know what to do with our gear, including the weapons. There were no records. For a brief hot second I was thinking I could keep it and no one would ever know. Then I had visions of the FBI and quickly put that out of my head. In the end, we went to the battalion training NCO who kept the small armory and turned in the weapons.
He asked for the rest of the gear, which we knew we should turn in, even if it was what we were wearing. When the guy looked at my boots and said, "what size are those?", I knew what was going to happen with all our gear. When he came to ask for my bayonet, I stared into his eyes and told him I'd lost it. I could see the gears turning in his head.
So not a great story, but perhaps a good illustration of how military property can get tracked, or not tracked.
Of course, NASA watches are a completely different story. There were few and they were prized possessions. I wouldn't equate them to my experience. For other gear, it can be chaotic.
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