Suddenly, today, everything happened.
I came off of duty recovery with only roughly 60 hours left to get all my History classwork done before the drop-dead-line of Friday night. I'm not nearly done, and I'm not sure when I'm going to do it all... probably during that time I had scheduled to sleep.
All sorts of balls are in the air as Platoon Sergeant, some of which I hadn't set in motion, some of which I had thrown up there several weeks ago, some of which I had never seen before I saw them hurtling towards my face. I'm dropping them left and right, and it's a mad scramble to not let the soldiers down.
"I'm only one man," I tell them, "but I want to help you. Don't allow me to let you down. Keep on me until I get you [whatever it is that particular soldier needs, be it Green to Gold packets, a pass form, or counseling of their battle buddy for being a bit of a doof]."
I missed the training meeting. Well, I forgot. Then, I remembered. Exactly when it started, I remembered. And I was in the wrong place. In the wrong uniform. Without any of the things that the Lieutenant told me to have.
I got there an hour late, still in the wrong uniform, still without anything I was supposed to have.
They didn't even let me in.
But that's okay, there's a phone call for you! SFC Re-up. Hey, you're on orders.
They said they'd wait until January at the earliest. But you're on orders now. It's where you expected to go, but it's two months early.
What to do?
30 days from Tuesday. Re-up, or DCSS.
Decisions, decisions...
SSG Geezer, email me at first.last@gmail.com or first.last@us.army.mil or pseudosoldier@hotmail.com re: GAFB