Is this just about the goofiest grimace I've ever worn? Looks like I'm trying to get over a bout of constipation.
This is the scene at January's promotion ceremony, when about a thousand senior NCOs lines up to 'tack on' my MSgt stripes. It felt like a thousand, anyway. The man on the left is my squadron commander, LtCol Plott. You know the other goofballs.
Sean couldn't make it because he had drama practice, or he had to make up care packages for orphans, or he was bandaging the lepers. That kid's got more obligations than I do.