For Independence Day, yesterday, we got the day off, and got to wear civilian clothes. It was a nice change of pace. Finally the sons of bitches who push papers and make decisions from behind a desk in an air conditioned office listened to reason and allowed PT gear after duty hours. Desert Camo doesn't breathe well and it's so damn hot here already. I am truly starting to dislike the officers appointed above me here. Very few take care of us. The ones who do are generally prior enlisted. We do the work, they have no clue about what we do or how we do it, yet they make ALL the decisions, and have the final say, and then they get credit for what we do, yet somehow I owe them respect because they got a 4 year degree before I did.
I hate July 5th. 7 years ago today my dad had a heart-attack he didn't survive. It's always a somber day for me.
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Hard to believe it's been over 7 years now, isn't it, Max? That truly was a horrible day. He'd be, (or is no doubt), so proud of you and your independance and smarts.
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