I have one as well.

Before Desert Storm really kicked off, most of our units were continually in the field drilling in case we were called up. We all knew the possibility existed, hell most of us (myself included) were chomping at the bit. We had made sure dog tags, wills and the like had been completed. And there we were, out at least two weeks every month in the woods or somewhere else, getting ready for war. We even had ambush, recon patrol and defense drills worked in - and we are MI! It was cool. We were ready to 'eat the boogers out of a dead man's nose and ask for seconds.' We aspirations of even considering advanced combat training like Airborne and even Ranger school. That is how pumped up we were, it was infectious, and most of us were Intel and IT geeks.

Then it came. A group of us, while already in the field, were gathered and were ordered for 72 hour alert status to go. What was most remarkable in the time that we were told, was the varying colors of people's face once we heard the news. I was ready to fill my pants when asked "Do you guys have your wills done?" As we all muttered the automated responses, it began to sink in. And then something weird happened, we all did the "Hoo-Ya" yell, looked at each other and went back to work. As my wife was also in the field, she any other soldiers who had male/female spouses, were sent back to double-check certain affairs and bring back anything we needed. Two days later we found out we were not going. Again, I almost filled my pants.