January Nineteenth.
I went on active duty on that day in 1985. Aviation Officer Candidate School, NAS Pensacola, Florida. Ice was falling from the sky. We got yelled-at a lot. [Think of that movie, An Officer and a Gentleman, only not as quiet or polite.]
Virginia Beach and Norfolk, 23 years later. Flakes coming down. Dig the subtle irony. I'd be a Commander by now, maybe a Captain, even, if I had stayed in. I'd be a different person, for certain. No worries.
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