It was D's work Christmas shingdig last night. We had to get there early to set up - Dave had done most of the foot-work and had pretty much set up the whole party.
I started drinking at 6pm and didn't stop until 11pm, but for some strange reason lost the wee little buzz that I had going halfway through and didn't manage to regain it.
There was LOTS of brass there last night (that's mil-speak for high ranking officers). Lots. Like General kind of brass, and I had to meet ALL of them. I heard a lot of schmoozing, and was expecting the same - but when they did come over and talk to me, there wasn't any of the ususal 'thanks for coming, how ya doin' tonight' kinda stuff. They actually TALKED to me, which was prety cool. I know I made an impression on Dave's Big Bossman and on one of the Generals there, which is good. They like him, and they like me too. That's a good thing. We had a conversation about egos and how it's hard to deal with a man with an ago the size of Manhattan, and I actually learned some stuff. Again, that's good.
We had a sad moment; we had started a 50/50 collection for the family of one of our troops who was killed in Iraq last month. The person who won it decided to give 100% of the money to the family of the fallen troop, and we had a couple of moments of silence, reflecting on how it could have been any of our guys that died. Because of what they do (anti-terrorism) they put themselves in situations where they, as the Colonel said 'have to show their teeth'. Sometimes the other guy has bigger teeth, and sometimes we lose.
Sometimes we lose.
Please, take a moment to think about the family of Master Sgt Thomas A. Crowell. He leaves behind a wife and 2 children - one of whom is only 2 years old and will have to grow up without his daddy. I cannot even begin to imagine their pain, how difficult this Holiday season must be for them. Tom doted on his son and would stop what he was doing every day at 11am so he could go home and eat lunch with his boy. He actually got reprimanded for it...heh.
Sometimes we lose. Let's not forget that.