Soldiers

So here goes. I never thought I'd say it and I'll never admit it again but yesterday, at the end of my working day, I was sick of Soldiers. Sick of 'em. If I saw any more camo I was gonna blow a fuse. One more black beret, one more pair of BDUs tucked into combat boots, one more high-and-tight coiffure ... anything Army-related and I would have drop-kicked something. Now my Army-boy tolerance is usually off the charts because, well, have you met me? I was interviewing, being escorted by and photographing Soldiers from 8 a.m. until 7:30 p.m. At one time I was in a large gymnasium with 1,000 BDU-wearing Soldiers. A cool co-worker, aware of my single-ness, said, "Wow, you're like a kid in a big green candy store!" The people I work with are great. Today I am Army-boy detoxing before having to cover two ceremonies on Saturday where Soldiers are coming back from Iraq.

Fall out,

AKS