When I had my retirement ceremony back in October 2003, I had a friend of mine take some pictures. Afterward, however, I couldn’t find the camera anywhere! (Thank God it wasn’t a digital one.)
Well, I found it this week in a really retarded place. (Spring cleaning is a very illuminating practice.)
Here’s part of the chronicle of my last day in uniform. That yellow thing hanging from my collar is my AF Commendation Medal.
That’s my former commander, Col B., a great guy. (He asked me to tell you that, but I would have said so anyway because it’s true.)
Here's what I looked like twenty-two years earlier.
I loved it, but I don’t miss it. Page turned.