Between the dog crunching and munching and gnawing and sawing at a rawhide bone on the rug behind me, and the cat meowing in the hallway for his Second Supper (he’s part Hobbit), I’m finding it difficult to remember what it was I wanted to blog about tonight.
I think it had something to do with deployment, but that’s just a wild guess.
I would like to share that T’s long-awaited and long-overdue promotion finally, finally came through! Yay!
Did I mention it’s been a while in coming?
You see, a soldier in the Guard, no matter how deserving, can be promoted only if there is a position of that rank to fill. There hasn’t been an opening for T’s rank – or one that he was interested in, anyway – for quite a while now.
However, when a Guard unit deploys, they are put on Title 10 orders and are then considered active duty soldiers. At which point, they can be promoted a bit easier. That is my civilian understanding of things, anyway.
The possibility of a promotion was one of the few silver linings on the cloud of this deployment. I had hoped to see it happen much, much sooner, and not just for the money. Okay, mostly for the money. But T is very good at what he does. I’m proud of him no matter what rank he is, but it is nice to see some of his hard work paying off.
I’m very happy for him.
As proof, I offer this transcript of a conversation I had with my mother the other night while we were “jamming”.
My mom: Congratulations! That’s great! I’ll have to send him a card.
Me: A card?
My mom: Yeah! A “congratulations” card!
Me: I was going to send him a “Fork over the bucks, then, Pally,” card.
My mom: Tch! Sarah!