Well, today was not a typical morning, I arrived at work almost 30 minutes late because I tried to lay in bed until the last possible moment. Renee and I got a lot done last night in regard to preparing for our Homecoming Social for this weekend. I cleaned out that impossibly cluttered closet and cleaned the carpet, Renee did a yeoman's job of cleaning up the kitchen, and cleaning out the refirgerator and sorting through winter and summer clothes. Slowly but surely everything will be done, I still have a great deal to do in regards to the social...my OCS paperwork, work projects, and some other things. Oh well, we will see how things go. Wish me luck..or wish us luck rather!
Being an Officer...a Black one.....is sometimes hard. [Howard Rollins from "A Soldier's Story"] Sometimes being an Officer is difficult....not because of hard tasks, short timelines, or all of the worries involved in the care of your Soldier's, but the aura of professionalism and objectivity that you must display at all times. There have been many times that I have wanted to make a comment, yell, cuss at someone, or otherwise let my personal feelings be known about a subject, but unfortunately I could not because of my position. Let me tell you about two incidents that bothered me in particular. I was in Dallas Ft. Worth airport waiting to catch a flight on the last leg of my TDY trip to help a returning unit at Ft. Sill. As I went to my gate, I saw 4 Sailors in their black uniforms gathered at the gate...one was large and white, the other three were black. There was very little room, and many of them were standing intermingled with civilian airline passengers...
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