While in this agonizing position, we were asked what General Order number three was. And we had to recite it. Over and over and over. Continue reading My Least Favorite Position
The afternoon heat taunted me as I trudged home from my walk. “Whose idea was it to go for a walk in the middle of the day?” I asked my daughter. Our sweat inducing trek reminded me of the days I spent in Navy Boot Camp marching in the heat of Orlando, Florida. That memory … Continue reading Ready. Aim. Fire.