We worked yesterday on Trooper’s resume, getting it up to speed for a very quick issuance. There are goings on – you’ve read the news, no doubt – and they won’t waste time on training up. No, they don’t really care about your age – they care about your experience. Which Trooper has a lot of. If it was black budgeted or sandy, on a singular aircraft or a quick drop out of another…well, he has done quite a lot of everything.
They’ll start the interview process at the range. I think that precisely right. Particularly when one sees the stats for the skillbase in the field. Sad, really – I know I’d be a crack shot if that was MY job. At any rate, he’ll be fine with that stage. He worries a bit about being out of shape but he isn’t that far from it – his regimen of running will care for that in short order.
No, my concerns are more…pedestrian. Or, perhaps, civilian. Call outs mean separate vehicles everywhere, dog care could be more haphazard and may demand a coded door for him to use. And the unpredictable nature of the role…can we plan for anything? It’s difficult. But…
That glint in his eye…that sudden pleasure in his work, again…and the natural stepping stone toward his final goal…all these things render my concerns moot. It’s what he has worked all his days for, after all. To this end.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t be concerned for its impact on our life. It just means I have to find a way to deal with it. And I shall – I always have and always will. I’ve reminded him – good chocolate helps. And flowers. But I still reserve the right to pout, damn it. “I’ll light their bloody candle but they’ll damned well hear about the dark!”