The other IMers in the group got together and did a very cool thing during my retirement ceremony.  They dressed in the various uniform combinations that I’ve worn over the past 23 years and while the Commander described the various parts of my career, they stepped forward.  All of them managed to have my name tag on the uniforms.  And where they found old A1C and SrA stripes, I just don’t know.

I still have to outprocess on Monday and then after that, I’ll put away the uniforms and disappear West on I80 and then branch off on I84, into the sunset.

I feel like a ton of bricks has been lifted off of me.