> It's a different place now, and I'm a Fobbitt anyway...
It's a different world and a different language now. "Fobbitt"??
In private chat I joked about your "foxhole", but I didn't know there was a word for your situation.
For those of us who remember our Asian adventures: think of M*A*S*H. You got the generals back in peaceful Saigon or Tokyo, you got grunts dropped into hostile jungles and swamps. In between you have Forward Operating Bases: airstrips, hospitals, motor pools, radio systems. As in M*A*S*H, these are situated within reach of the fighting, but far enough back to be out of immanent danger. It's a tent-town, but the tents don't move for months or years, grow floors and tin roofs and electrical outlets and a PX. (Maybe better living than some of my neighbors.)
Then a fobbit is someone who, like the M*A*S*H doctors and support staff, hangs around the FOB like a hobbit around the Shire. Doesn't go out in the jungle/desert, doesn't get to hang around the Hotel Saigon neither. Doesn't carry a weapon. Stabilizes casualties for transport to a rear hospital. Refuels airplanes to go out again. Changes the plugs and oil in jeeps. Forklifts boxes from warehouse A to warehouse B and back. HBP may be cranking the heliograph or decrypting toilet-paper requisitions or recharging the Colonel's cell-phone. He's not allowed to say, because "loose lips sink ships". (Or, knowing the miltary, he could be inspecting the kitchen; my dad had an EE degree and was assigned to oversee KP.)
It's a job. It's free room and board (and not a foxhole or K-rations/MREs). You can incidentally get to know people in another land, or hide in your bunk and play PS3. It's also a paycheck, not a good paycheck but in this economic climate any for-sure paycheck looks good.