Almost . . . there!
This morning it rained, and as I walked to work the trees dripped on my head. I saw a car with a bike rack and a white license plate with an evergreen on it. It parked and a man stepped out—a very pale white man with very dark brown hair and a brown anorak. I smelled pine. For a moment I thought I was home and all of this university stuff was just a bad dream.
posted by Bethylene at 10:44
2 Comments:
Will you please mail me some snow? I really miss the snow. A lot.
Bad Beth! Posting lies and rumors on my site...
In any case, you are right about the whole productivity thing, and I understand that crap happens. But what I think everyone has lost sight of, is the Expeditionary nature of the United States Marine Corps. We are supposed tobe able to pick up and move at any time.
There are plenty of people who do plan ahead and are not burdened by such concerns. Myself among them. I am a veritable nobody, but I recognize that my duty, so long as I continue to CHOOSE to put on this uniform, is to do whatever the Corps needs me to, provided it is in keeping with the Geneva Convention, The Laws of Armed Conflict, and the Uniform Code of Military Justice.
I simply expect that EVERY other Marine think along the same lines. If we say one group doesn't have to because of their outside responsibilities, is that not paramount to discrimination?
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