Warrior Interlude

Greek Legion Forever,

LSP

A Private Update

The onetime Cadet, now Private, called in from Fort Gordon. He was in rude good health and enjoying the ins and outs of learning to be a tech warrior, though he wants to branch out into something kinetic with it. But first things first.

"Dad, I got punished last week."

"What for?"

"Left a Cheetos wrapper under my cupboard."

"Ah. Good. Attention to detail, right?"

A self-policing voice chimed in, "Don't wanna do that, man, gets roaches in the room." The Private agreed, manfully, "Uh, yeah, that's right," and then laughed, he'd had to write out a chapter of SOP and go on punishment parade for a week. 

I told this edifying tale to a teller at the bank in Whitney and she gave me a fist pump, "Yes!" Imagine the utter disaster if the Army allowed these malfeasants to behave according to their own devices. 

Cheeto skulduggery aside, all seems well in the kid's A School. He should graduate in June and get attached somewhere "network." This, he says, is typically "mobile." Which roughly translated means, "Dad, I want to be part of a Battle Group." His mother's not too keen on that, for obvious reasons.

Still, I get his point, I'd want action too if I was 19 and part of the greatest military the world's ever seen. Secondment to the GREEK LEGION? Just a thought, and let's have Constantinople back where it belongs.

Θερμοπύλαι,

LSP