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Six Years of My Life
I left 5 am this morning to make the five-hour drive to my
military office in Milwaukee. I’ll be conducting a change-of-command
inventory with the new incoming commander, as my tenure as company commander is
coming to an end this December. Trust me, I’m glad to move on, but it
will be a challenge to start anew, as an S1 staff officer, forging new
relationships and learning the ropes in a different military unit. Melancholies, I contend, thrive on change yet
find it rather disconcerting. I’ve
been a part of this current unit, an unspecified transportation battalion,
since my redeployment from Afghanistan six years ago. I started out
as an NCO but went to officer candidate school in South Carolina and ended up
serving as platoon leader in one company and commander in another.
Anyway, I’ll be embarking on a new chapter of my military career. I have about 12 years to go. Hopefully no new conflicts involving the U.S. erupt in the meantime, but I’m not holding my breath. After all, this is Earth, and its tortured history is replete with wars and rumors
of wars. There are always territories to seize, terrorists and warlords to track down, and natural resources to secure. What with seven gazillion homines sapientes traipsing around on this planet and a finite amount of space, it ain't looking good.
I left 5 am this morning to make the five-hour drive to my
military office in Milwaukee. I’ll be conducting a change-of-command
inventory with the new incoming commander, as my tenure as company commander is
coming to an end this December. Trust me, I’m glad to move on, but it
will be a challenge to start anew, as an S1 staff officer, forging new
relationships and learning the ropes in a different military unit. Melancholies, I contend, thrive on change yet
find it rather disconcerting. I’ve
been a part of this current unit, an unspecified transportation battalion,
since my redeployment from Afghanistan six years ago. I started out
as an NCO but went to officer candidate school in South Carolina and ended up
serving as platoon leader in one company and commander in another.
Anyway, I’ll be embarking on a new chapter of my military career. I have about 12 years to go. Hopefully no new conflicts involving the U.S. erupt in the meantime, but I’m not holding my breath. After all, this is Earth, and its tortured history is replete with wars and rumors
of wars. There are always territories to seize, terrorists and warlords to track down, and natural resources to secure. What with seven gazillion homines sapientes traipsing around on this planet and a finite amount of space, it ain't looking good.
