I apologize up front, but this is long. It is also a re-post, simply because I think the previous title turned off more readers than it attracted, so I am trying again. As with all my writings, this is an actual event in my life and I feel that it deserves a greater readership.
As I said, it’s long, but I kind of think the backstory adds value and perspective to the actual event as described in the subject line.
~1996.
Quite a while ago I was a young sergeant in the Marine Corps stationed in North Carolina. I was an instructor at a schools command and for the first year and a half I was in a training company as a unit leader where we managed the day-to-day lives of the student Marines and taught smaller classes that didn’t require large training aids or a dedicated classroom. We called those “hip pocket” classes.