How did I get into this mess in the first place?
I had a few moments for reflection…
When I opened my eyes, it was a revelation that I was still alive.
Whether or not I was still on one piece was not exactly the first thought that crossed my mind.
It was, oddly enough, how I got into this situation.
So, two days earlier…
Someone once told me it was not a good idea to ask your commander out to dinner. Not a date, just the fact you’d like to get to know her better.
Yes, my commanding officer was a woman.
I thought the dinner went well, we found some common ground, ice hockey, and baseball, albeit barracking for different teams.
Then, the next day when I went into ‘the office’, the operations officer called me aside.
“Who’d did you piss off?”
Good question, had I, and who? And asked, “You tell me.”
“Apparently the Commanding Officer. She asked me to put you on patrol, where nothing ever happens and it’s as boring as shit.”
Usually, I was in the front line, what they called in the army, cannon fodder. Some said I had a death wish.
I shrugged. “No doubt she has her reasons. I could think of worse assignments.”‘
“Well, till then you’re on standby. Make the most of it.”
Of course, the question I should be asking is why she had put me on patrol, where I was rostered for front line recovery.
When I got back to my quarters, I called her.
Her assistant answered, “The commanding officer is not available at the moment and has advised me that she will remain so for the next forty-eight hours.”
That was the end of the conversation.
How come she had not told me? Probably none of my business, but it was worrying.
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