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Alarm bells start going off in my head as I realize that I’m absolutely going to set off his whatever-the-fuck detectors, and I start to ponder using some words you’re certainly not supposed to utter in airport security. He swabs my body, and my carry on, and makes it halfway back to the swab-checking machine before I I interrupt. “Excuse me, sir? I handle weapons and high explosives on a daily basis, I’m definitely going to set off some alarms.” No reply, inserts the swab, and the machine makes the noises and flashes the lights, and I was correct, but after a bit of banter about what I do at the base, he’s satisfied and lets me through to the gates.