Last week, since Thanksgiving Day was right around the corner, I sent an email to my Battalion Commander and Command Sergeant Major asking if there were plans to have the Battalion Staff serve Thanksgiving dinner to the troops. It's been a custom in many units to do that, over many years, but I'd not heard anything about plans for the holiday in that regard.
Several days passed, and I still had no reply.
Until Monday.
Here's my email traffic from Monday regarding this matter:
[From the Commander]
Classification: UNCLASSIFIED
Caveats: NONE
Thought you'd find this interesting since you asked about it a couple of days ago.
6
[He forwards a WARNO (warning order) from the Commanding General indicating that he's the only person from our Battalion who's going to be serving food.]
("6" is the shorthand that's used to indicate the Commander.)
My reply:
Classification: UNCLASSIFIED
Caveats: NONE
Sir:
Thank you for forwarding this on, Colonel.
Prescience is not a gift, Sir. It's a burden.
Blessings!
Fr. Tim, SJ
Moments after I'd sent that note, I received the following retort:
Classification: UNCLASSIFIED
Caveats: NONE
Those are the same conflicting feelings I have about you...gift or burden?
:-)
See what indignities I must endure on a daily basis???
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow!
Blessings and peace to one and all,
Fr. Tim, SJ
1 comment:
I would say you are truly loved, in a rough, gruff, manly, commanding officer sort of way!
:-)))
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