At noon yesterday I was telling a friend who has been to Afghanistan that there was no way I will be going. All right, a 1% chance. We made plans to ride together next week.
At 3pm I got a call from our administrative NCO saying that my waiver got endorsed by the Division Commander and is on the way to the Adjutant General's office.
Last night I went for a walk with my wife and told her about it. All summer I had been thinking there was very little chance I would get the waiver to serve in Afghanistan over age 60. My thinking was "Why would they sign it?" Someone who never met me at the Pentagon would look at the paperwork and think--'a 60-year-old sergeant? WTF?' Denied.
But if the paperwork goes forward with two generals endorsing it, then the next guy up the line is not saying Yes to me but is saying No to the generals. That is different.
I was so sure I wasn't going. Now the admin NCO said it's at least 50-50 I am going. Later last night, my wife was asking whether I could cut off cable TV and keep the cable internet. She thinks I am going, but she always did. A month ago she said she thought I would be going despite all the evidence on the negative side.
Life remains exciting!
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